Chapter one hundred and sixteen

 "You're lying to me, Hilda. You can't tell me you left your son in Mexico to come here to ask for financial assistance. How long have you been here?"

 "You know he stays with my mother. She takes care of him. She called me to tell me this a long time ago and I've spent my money on his treatment. It only gets worse."

 Luis remembered he still had Hilda's mother's contact. She was a good woman and Luis wondered how Hilda became this woman she was.

 "Alright. I'll give your mother a call."

 "No!" Hilda said and held his hand. "You don't have to call her. She doesn't like being reminded of the whole thing."

 "She doesn't have dementia last I checked. Hilda, who do you owe money to?"

 Hilda was silent for a while. She couldn't speak and she scratched the nape of her neck like she used to each time she told a lie or made a mistake.