At the Easter picnic, my mother said, “Next time, don’t bring the boy.” No one defended my son until my eldest daughter pulled her chair back and said, “Say it again.” Everyone at the table fell silent. And then… everything changed.

goes first.”

Something inside me went cold.

For three years, I had been expected to understand why Mariana always came first. If she cried, Alejandro ran. If she felt lonely, he left me behind. If she accused me of being jealous, I was the one forced to apologize.

His mother always said, “A Montes wife must be mature. Mariana is like family.”

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