My Daughter Said Her Back Hurt—Then I Learned What My Wife Did-yilux

Your daughter.

Not Carolina.

Not our family.

Your daughter.

Something in me went still.

I stepped between her and the children.

“What happened here?” I asked.

Jimena gave a short, humorless laugh.

“Don’t be dramatic, Esteban. Mateo was fussy. Carolina was helping. The kitchen got out of hand. She dropped a glass and started crying like the world ended.”

Carolina shrank closer to me at the sound of her voice.