From the hallway, a woman’s voice cuts in sharp as broken glass.
“Are you planning to stand outside all day?”
That will be Teresa, Damián’s mother.
She sits at the dining table wearing a housedress, red lipstick, and the expression of someone personally offended by the existence of other women. Beside her is Damián’s sister, Verónica, scrolling through her phone with the lazy cruelty of people who outsource the dirtiest work to the strongest bully in the room and then enjoy the leftovers.
Teresa looks you up and down.
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