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place where every wise man goes. A place where... The words looped in his head like an endlessly spinning record. “What’s gotten into me?” He forced himself to sit on the edge of his old mattress and tucked his hands under his thighs. As his legs swung back and forth, his mind still on the mesmerizing words, his heels knocked into a hard surface. With a puzzled frown, Emiliano rose and dragged a sturdy metal box out from under the bed. His parents’ safe. He hadn’t opened it since the day before his parents’ funeral when he’d read their wills. Emiliano pulled an envelope from the safe and ran his fingers over the broken seal. He was flooded with unwanted memory. Fausto, Emiliano’s lawyer, had arrived at his parents’ flat minutes after Emiliano, with a small, golden key in one hand and a stack of invoices in the other. “Bills from the electric company, sir,” Fausto clarified at Emiliano’s questioning look at the thick bundle of papers. “The invoices date back nearly two months.” “Y esto, what’s this?” Emiliano asked, nodding towards the key. “It opens your parents safe, señor,” answered a bold voice from behind the lawyer. Outfitted in an austere navy dress with a neat white trim about the edges that fell to her knees was a young woman. Her hair was folded neatly into a crisp bun, without a strand of hair out of place. “I’m Eva Medina. I was the housemaid here, for your parents, señor, but they sent me out weeks ago. They gave me a month’s worth of salary, this key, and sent me on my way.” “And the safe, where is it?” “I’ll show you, sir.” She pushed past Fausto’s large frame and moved determinedly towards the bedroom. If she’d been phased by her employers’ sudden deaths, she showed no signs of it. Kneeling down
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