“Alvaro,” I said, keeping my tone flat.

“You think you are very clever, don’t you?” he said.

I could hear the sound of wind in the background on his end, and the rhythmic sweep of windshield wipers.

“I don’t know what you mean,” I said.

“Do not play games with me,” he hissed. “Not today.”

“I am at my family’s house,” I said. “I am resting.”

“You are in Galicia,” he said. “With my children.”

“They are my children too, Alvaro.”

“You took them from Madrid without my permission,” he said.

“You were busy with your board,” I replied.

There was a long pause on the line.

“The board is gone,” he said, his voice dropping an octave. “They think they can push me out.”

“I saw the news,” I said.

“It was you,” he said. “You gave Lucia those documents. You set this up.”

“Lucia made her own choices, Alvaro. You should have treated her better.”

“I am coming to get them, Ines,” he said. “And we are going to finish this.”

The line went dead.

I hung up the receiver.