My baby’s birthday party fell apart when my sister-in-law sla:mmed a k:n:i:f:e into the cake and yelled, “Forty-seven times—you took what was mine!” My husband told me to leave, thinking it would bre:ak me. But I already had the proof to expose them all.

“Out of my own house?”

Carmen stepped forward.

“This house belonged to my son before you trapped him.”

I looked at Daniel. He said nothing. That silence hurt more than anything Marisol had said. Then he finally spoke.

“Maybe tonight you should stay somewhere else. Let things calm down.”