{"PART 1":{"text":"At 11:20 a.m., Alejandro Cárdenas paid a 86,000 pesos bag without looking at the receipt. Renata, his mistress, hung it in front of the mirror in a boutique in Andares and smiled. \"This is how I like it, güey. That you don't tremble with your hand to indulge the woman who truly understands you.\" Alejandro laughed. He still believed he could buy desire and admiration without losing anything important. He was 39 years old, ran a transportation company in Guadalajara, had a house in Valle Real, a wife named Camila, and a 4-month-old baby, Emilia. That morning he said he would travel to León to close a contract. Camila was in the kitchen, with Emilia attached to her chest, a milk stain on her blouse, and a tired face. \"Could you stay today? The baby has a fever and I don't feel well.\" Alejandro didn't even touch his daughter's forehead. \"I won't cancel everything every time you get nervous.\" Camila didn't discuss it. She just saw him leave with an expression he preferred to call an exaggeration. But Alejandro didn't take the road to León. He picked up Renata. They spent the day between jewelry stores, imported perfumes, and restaurants where a bottle cost the same as 2 months of formula for Emilia. He gave her a watch, earrings, and a red dress. \"When you divorce, I want a house that's really mine,\" Renata said. \"Not some hidden corners.\" \"All in good time.\" \"Your wife already suspects it.\" \"Camila would never leave. She has nowhere to go.\" Renata raised her glass. \"What a dangerous security.\" At 10:08 p.m., Alejandro parked in front of his house with the purchases hidden in the trunk and foreign perfume on his collar. The main door didn't have a lock. \"Camila!\" No one responded. The living room was empty. All the furniture, the table, the portraits, the plants, and the blanket where Emilia slept were gone. Alejandro ran upstairs. The crib was not there either. Nor the baby's clothes, diapers, or the stuffed rabbit Camila had embroidered during her pregnancy. In the bedroom, the clothes, books, shoes, and even Camila's mother's photo were missing. On the bar, there was a yellow envelope. \"Alejandro,\" it read. Inside, he found the divorce petition, bank transactions, hotel bills, photographs, transfers, and conversations with Renata. Each lie had a date. Each gift had a price. On top, there was a note: \"You chose to spend our lives on another woman. Emilia and I chose to live without your lies. Talk to my lawyer.\" Then he found a last sheet. It was the hospital access register where Emilia was born. At 8:31 p.m. her name appeared. At 11:06 p.m., Renata Salgado's name appeared. There was also a photo: Alejandro embracing Renata in the maternity ward while Camila recovered from a cesarean. Below, a capture of his message: \"Camila is sedated. The baby is already born. I wish you were the woman in that room.\" The phone vibrated. Renata wrote: \"Has your little play acted out yet?\" Before Alejandro could respond, a key turned in the entrance. It was his brother Julián. He looked at the empty house and then the envelope. \"So you know.\" Alejandro stood up suddenly. \"Where are my wife and daughter?\" Julián closed the door. \"I drove the truck that took them away.\" And the way he looked at him made it clear that that empty house was not the punishment, but just the beginning.\"}}