“What is he doing with her?”
“Is she family?”
Camila noticed the phones first.
Then the way her father ignored them completely.
He wasn’t performing.
He wasn’t protecting his image.
He was unraveling.
“You left,” Rosa repeated, her voice trembling now not from age, but from something deeper, something that had been waiting for years to be said.
“You left and never came back.”
Alejandro inhaled sharply, as if struck.