My father asked, surprised, “Honey, why did you come by taxi? Where’s the Mercedes your mother and I gave you for your birthday? Before I could answer, my husband smiled and said, “That car belongs to my mother-in-law now!”
My father, Antonio, didn’t raise his voice. That calm, measured presence hit harder than any yelling could. He looked at Javier and then at me. “Clara,” he said, “did you know your car was at your mother-in-law’s house?” I shook my head. Javier tried to interrupt, but my father silenced him with a gesture. “Let … Read more