Chapter 5 - You Had Her Medicine in Your Purse
“She came at me,” Elvira whispered.
Mateo looked at me with disappointment already arranged on his face.
“Where is Carmen?” I asked.
Elvira pressed the handkerchief to her mouth.
“I don’t know. She became agitated.”
“She collapsed.”
Mateo’s face flickered.
“What?”
I threw the unsigned forms onto the table.
Then placed Elvira’s handkerchief from my mother’s kitchen beside them.
Elvira’s eyes moved to it.
Only for half a second.
But I saw the fear.
“What did you do with her medication?” I asked.
Mateo stepped forward.
“Sofia.”
“No. Ask her.”
Elvira’s voice trembled.
“I went there to help.”
“You went there to get signatures.”
“She is old and confused.”
“My mother was a nurse for forty years.”
“She was screaming.”
“She told you to leave.”
“She attacked me.”
I laughed once.
It came out broken.
“Carmen has a heart condition and weighs half what you do.”
Mateo snapped, “Stop attacking my mother.”
I turned on him.
“Your mother threatened my mother, took her medication organizer, and left her alone after she collapsed.”
Elvira gasped beautifully.
Mateo’s face darkened.
“You’re sick.”
“Check her purse.”
That was when Elvira stood.
Too fast.
Mateo noticed.
I saw the first uncertainty enter his eyes.
Then Elvira stumbled backward into the table, and the prescription bottle near her elbow tipped over.
The pills scattered.
The sound was tiny.
But it pulled all three of our eyes downward.
I saw the shape.
The size.
The label turned away.
Not Carmen’s bottle.
Elvira’s.
Similar medication.
Similar color.
Similar enough that a frightened older woman could be confused if someone stood in her kitchen speaking with authority and rearranging things she had no right to touch.
My voice dropped.
“What did you give her?”
Mateo slapped me.
Now the hospital was on the phone.
Now the doctor had asked about missed doses.
Now Elvira’s handkerchief was lowering.
Now Mateo was looking at the scattered medication like each pill had become a witness.
“What is she talking about?” he asked his mother.
Elvira shook her head.
“She’s hysterical.”
Mateo looked at my split lip.
Then at his own hand.
Then back to her.
“What is she talking about?”
Elvira’s mouth tightened.
“She is trying to turn you against me.”
“No,” I said. “You did that when you walked into Carmen’s house.”
Dr. Han’s voice came through the phone.
“Mrs. Alvarez, can you confirm whether anyone removed your mother’s medication organizer?”
Mateo stared at Elvira.
She did not answer.
I said, “I believe my mother’s organizer is in this apartment.”
Elvira turned sharply.
“Sofia.”
There.
My name as warning.
Mateo moved before I did.
He walked toward the entry chair where Elvira’s handbag sat.
She stepped in front of him.
“Don’t.”
The word came out raw.
No performance.
No tears.
Just fear.
Mateo stopped.
For one second, he looked like a little boy caught between a door and a fire.
Then he moved around her.
He opened the purse.
Inside was my mother’s blue pill organizer.
The whole apartment became silent.
Even the city outside seemed to fall away.
Mateo lifted it slowly.
His fingers trembled.
“Mom.”
Elvira reached for it.
“No. She was confused. I took it so she wouldn’t make a mistake.”
“You told me you never went inside her kitchen.”
“She was upset.”
“You told me she attacked you on the porch.”
“I felt attacked.”
“You had her medicine in your purse.”
Elvira’s face twisted.
“You don’t understand what she was doing to us.”
Us.
That was how she always made her control sound like family survival.
Us.
“She was turning Sofia against you,” Elvira said. “She was making sure you would never be first in your own marriage.”
Mateo looked at me.
At my bruised cheek.
At my split lip.
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At the phone still connected to the hospital.
Whatever he saw in my face, it made him look away.
