My family went on vacation to Cancun while I buried my 12 year old son… and when they returned, they were homeless. Without warning. No return.

That afternoon the photos appeared. Veronica on the beach. Ruben with dark glasses. My parents raising glasses. “My family always supports me”, she wrote.

I took screenshot of everything.

Three days later they returned. I didn’t answer calls. I didn’t listen to audios. At 10 at night, they knocked on my door as if they were coming to claim stolen property.

—Open, Angelica! —Veronica shouted—. What the hell did you do with our apartment?

I took a deep breath. I looked at a photo of Mateo in his baseball uniform. Then I opened the door.

Part 2…