Lucía is there.
For a strange second, nobody speaks. She is wearing a cream blouse and gold earrings, perfectly put together for a woman in the middle of a financial emergency, which tells you everything you need to know. She did not come over to comfort her son. She came to manage optics. To straighten curtains over collapse. To be present when Diego convinced you to return to your assigned position at the bottom of his family’s hierarchy.
Then she sees the officer.