I looked at him one last time.
“You can try the garden shed. It has light. And according to you, the fresh air is wonderful.”
They left amid shouting, open suitcases, and confused children. The trucks drove out through the gate one by one. When the last vehicle disappeared, silence returned to the house.
Six months later, Diego was living with his mother in a small apartment in Naucalpan. He worked entering data for minimum wage. The judge denied him alimony because the prenuptial agreement was clear and the evidence was overwhelming.
I restored my house. I cleaned every corner, changed the locks, donated the furniture they had used, and turned the shed into a small greenhouse full of orchids.
Sometimes, in the morning, I drink coffee facing the garden and look at that shed with a peace I had never known before.
They thought they were throwing me out of my house.
In reality, they gave me the perfect opportunity to throw them out of my life.
