Next to her stood Luciana, my sister-in-law. She had that small, crooked smile I had seen so many times before.
“Just leave already,” she said softly, but not softly enough. “You’ve been in the way for long enough.”
I didn’t answer.
Alejandro, my husband—my ex-husband now—was nowhere to be seen. He didn’t come out. He didn’t say goodbye. I didn’t know if he was hiding somewhere inside the house or if he had left early to avoid the moment.
Maybe it was easier for him that way.
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