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I gave your father up for dead. From the moment he lapsed into a coma, the doctors told me that this was how he was going to be until he died. My presence was superfluous. It had been for a long time, ever since Zacarías showed the world his vulgarity, his obvious longing for power and money.
It's not necessary, I told him. With what we inherited, we have more than enough.