My daughter-in-law threw me out, sneering, “Go d!e on the street.” I looked at her calmly and said, “Tomorrow, a gift will arrive.” The next day, her cruelty came back to her like poison.

The venom in her voice hi:t me harder than any sla:p ever could.
Cristina stood planted in the doorway of the small bedroom I had called mine for the last three years, arms folded tightly across her chest, her face twisted with a disgust she no longer bothered to hide.
“It’s decided, Guillermo,” she said flatly. “Go. Leave. …