Interesting.
Later that day, Tito Jun called again.
“Ma’am, the eviction letter was delivered. The guard confirmed she got it.”
“Good.”
He hesitated.
“Are you sure about this? She’s still your daughter.”
“Tito Jun… she kicked me out of my own house with a two-minute phone call. She sold my things. She treated me like trash. Now she’ll learn about consequences.”
The next morning at 8 a.m., the phone rang.
I knew exactly who it was.
“Mama…” Angelica’s voice trembled. “I need to talk to you… please.”
“Good morning, hija. How was Dubai?”
“Mama, I don’t have time. I received a letter… It says I have to leave the condo in 30 days. That must be a mistake, right? Do you know anything about this?”
“A letter? From who?”
“From… hold on… from Ramon Holdings Inc. Do you know that company?”
How poetic—Ramon using his own name.
“No, hija. Never heard of it. Are you sure it’s real?”
“That’s what I’m trying to figure out. Mama… please, I need your help. Eduardo left me in Dubai, he ran off with another woman, and now this? I don’t understand anything. Mama… can I go see you? Please? I… I don’t have anyone else.”
