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

diapers, the baby’s clothes, her documents, two changes of her own clothes, a green folder, and a USB hidden inside a sock.

Andrés followed her.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m leaving.”

He laughed, but it didn’t sound as confident anymore.

“Where are you going, Mariana? Seriously think. You don’t have a job. You don’t have money. You can’t support a baby.”

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