“Throw everything out. Don’t let a single item from her past remain in this room.”Kenzo Alberto’s voice sliced through the silence of the dining room like a blade. He sat calmly at the end of a long table made of black teak.In his right hand, he held a porcelain cup filled with dark coffee, a thin curl of steam rising from its surface. Across from him, Martha, the head housekeeper, bowed her head deeply, not daring to interrupt.In the corridor, the hurried footsteps of the servants echoed. They carried large black trash bags. One by one, the bags filled with items that should have belonged to Lyra. Thick college textbooks covered in handwritten notes. Pencil sketches of her mother’s gentle face. Even the underwear she had bought with her own savings.Lyra stood at the threshold of her room, her body trembling violently. She watched her favorite novel tossed carelessly into one of the plastic bags. Her eyes burned as a small keychain, a gift from her best friend, was swept in along
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