Renata was in the bedroom, fixing the strap of her sandal, when her phone rang. She checked the screen and saw her lawyer’s name flashing.

She frowned a little and answered.

“Hello?”

“Mrs. Serrano,” her lawyer said. “Please come in today. Some final papers need your signature.”

“Final papers?” Renata repeated. “I thought everything was already settled.”

“It’s nothing complicated,” he assured her. “But it has to be signed in person.”

Renata sighed. “Alright. ...