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

Gabriel was watching soccer in the living room. Tomás’s jacket smelled like a mechanic’s shop because he’d come straight from work. I had cooked marinated pork loin and sweet bread.

For a moment I thought, “Maybe this is stability.”

Ximena arrived late. Heels tapping on the floor, expensive perfume, cell phone in hand.

—Dad, is there anything good or continue reading …