At 4:30 he asked me for a divorce while I was cooking for his family—but he didn’t know I already had everything I needed to end his carefully built life.

very few.

Always at the edge.

Always carrying plates.

Always as though she were merely passing through.

When she opened the front door, cold air struck her face. The street was dark and the city was only just beginning to stir.

Andrés followed her out, noticeably more anxious now.

“Mariana, don’t make a scene. My father is still asleep. My mother will be continue reading …