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.

Strong coffee for Andrés. Don’t forget to iron his blue shirt.”

Mariana had read the note without surprise.

Nobody asked in that house.

They gave orders.

Andrés appeared with wet hair, his shirt buttoned incorrectly, and smelling of an expensive perfume that belonged to neither of them.

On his collar was a faint smear, like continue reading …