Chapter 6
Chapter 6
"Call whoever you want, Carmen."
I pulled the official court order from my blue folder and held it directly in front of Arturo.
"Here's the judge's restraining order."
"Your brother is forbidden from coming near me."
"So are you, Arturo."
"If either of you touches me..."
"Or my belongings..."
"The police will take you straight to Chiconautla Prison."
"Let's see if your mother can keep making quesadillas for you there, Mauricio."
Mauricio slammed his beer bottle onto the sidewalk.
Dark glass exploded beneath his boot.
Foamy beer splashed across my sneakers and the truck's tires.
The noise startled several women watching from the neighborhood grocery store.
They instinctively stepped backward.
"You can shove those damn papers where the sun doesn't shine!"
Mauricio roared.
He marched toward me.
His face burned crimson.
Both fists clenched.
"In this neighborhood..."
"I'm the law."
"Arturo is my brother."
"This house belongs to my mother."
"You really think some judge from Toluca is going to save you?"
"You're out of your damn mind."
He raised his right arm.
There was no doubt.
He was about to hit me again.
Instinctively, I closed my eyes.
Wrapping both arms around my stomach.
Waiting for the blow.
Waiting to collapse onto the pavement one more time.
But...
The strike never landed.
Instead...
A loud crack echoed through the street.
The unmistakable sound of solid oak smashing into flesh.
Mauricio screamed.
He stumbled sideways.
Crashing shoulder-first into the side of the moving truck.
His face twisted with shock and pain.
Behind him...
Holding a five-foot oak measuring stick with both weathered hands...
Stood Don Sergio.
The old carpenter breathed heavily.
Yet his eyes were as steady as forged steel.
Not a single tremor touched his hands.
Or his legs.
He stood like an ancient oak tree rooted in the middle of a filthy street.
"You will never raise your hand against another woman in this neighborhood again."
His voice remained calm.
But every word landed like a hammer.
"I warned you once."
"You didn't listen."
"Next time..."
"It won't be your shoulder."
"I'll split your skull open right here..."
"In front of your mother."
"So she finally learns what it costs..."
"To raise criminals."
"You old bastard!"
Mauricio lunged forward.
But pain shot through his injured shoulder.
He doubled over before reaching him.
Arturo rushed between them.
Grabbing his brother around the waist.
Not to protect Don Sergio.
To stop Mauricio from making things even worse.
He knew everyone in the neighborhood respected the old carpenter.
Three generations had trusted him.
If Mauricio attacked him...
The entire district would turn against them.
"Enough!"
Arturo shouted.
"Get in the truck!"
"Stop making this worse!"
Carmen began screaming hysterically from the gate.
"You murderer!"
She pointed a trembling finger at Don Sergio.
"I'm calling the police!"
"They'll lock you up for attacking my sons!"
Then she turned toward me.
"You filthy bitch!"
"You destroyed this family!"
I looked at her calmly.
Then I looked at Arturo.
He still struggled to hold Mauricio inside the truck cab.
His face had turned ghost white.
"I didn't destroy anything, Carmen."
"You destroyed yourselves."
"You rotted from the inside."
"Keep the garbage bags."
"Keep the house."
"My son..."
"Will never carry the name of cowards..."
"Who need to beat a pregnant woman..."
"To feel like men."
"The divorce proceedings begin Monday."
"And I swear on my mother's life..."
"I'll take every dollar of child support the law allows."
"Even if you have to sell every tool in your repair shop..."
"To pay it."
For one brief second...
Arturo looked up.
Our eyes met through the dirty windshield.
There was something pleading inside his gaze.
The desperate look of a frightened little boy trapped by his own lies.
Months earlier...
I would have forgiven him.
Today...
There was nothing left to forgive.
I simply turned away.
Supporting Don Sergio's arm as we slowly walked back toward his workshop.
The moving truck rumbled away.
Leaving behind black smoke.
Oil stains.
And several garbage bags filled with what remained of my old life.
Inside Don Sergio's workshop...
The smell of fresh sawdust wrapped around me like a blanket.
For the first time in days...
I could breathe.
The old carpenter laid the oak ruler across his workbench.
Then lowered himself into a wooden chair with a tired sigh.
"You're safe here, child."
He handed me a glass of water sweetened with a spoonful of sugar.
"Those men have already thrown their last punch."
"They finally understand..."
"You're not alone anymore."
He smiled gently.
"This neighborhood remembers."
"And sooner or later..."
"Every bully pays the bill."
I nodded quietly.
Holding the glass with both trembling hands.
Outside...
Night had completely swallowed the rooftops of San Agustín.
Somewhere beyond the industrial warehouses...
Near the railroad tracks...
A dog howled.
Long.
Lonely.
Wounded.
The sound drifted through the darkness like an echo from another life.
For the first time in weeks...
My heart wasn't pounding because of Mauricio.
Or Arturo.
It beat for something else.
For certainty.
Justice handed down by the courts might take time.
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But the justice I was building with my own hands...
No one would ever stop.
