My stepdaughter called me a servant at my own table, so I removed my card from everything she used.

it.

—No—I said—. I would pay for it.

She looked down. For the first time, she didn’t have a quick answer. So I took out the printed email and placed it on top.

—And this is what he told you about me.

Fabian stretched out his hand.

—Adriana, no.

Ximena took the sheet of paper before he did. She read it silently. Her face changed.

—Did you say she paid because continue reading …