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 READY TO BRING THEM DOWN

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

Mariana read it without surprise.

In that house, nobody asked.

They ordered.

Andrés appeared with wet hair, a poorly buttoned shirt, and the scent of expensive perfume that wasn’t hers nor Mariana’s.

On his neck, there was a shiny mark, like makeup.

She saw it.

He knew she saw it too.

But he felt no shame.

“Did continue reading …