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

felt my chest tighten, but I kept my voice calm.

—Ximena, this is my house too.

She smiled mockingly.

—Oh, Adriana, let’s be honest. You’re basically the maid here.

Silence fell upon the table like a stone. I looked at my son. I looked at my sister. They were all frozen.

—Don’t talk to me like that.

Ximena rolled her eyes.

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