next to another one.
Complainant.
I looked towards the empty seat next to me.
And I cried.
Not because I had gotten Diego back.
That was impossible.
But because the world finally knew who it had been.
Months later I stopped working cleaning Vicente’s house.
He offered me an administrative position within a foundation created to support families of workers who died in workplace accidents.
I accepted under one condition.
—I don’t want charity.
Vicente raised an eyebrow.
—I never offered you charity.
—And I want a normal salary.
—Ramiro
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