“Well, look who decided to come back.”
Doña Ofelia. My sister’s mother-in-law. Thick-bodied, bitter-faced, wearing a floral dress and the kind of expression that told you she had been practicing cruelty for years.
“Where were you, useless girl?” she sneered. “Crying to your crazy sister?”
I said nothing.
Then came Brenda, Damian’s sister, with her spoiled son behind her. He saw Sofía’s doll, snatched it from her hands, and threw it against the wall.
“That’s mine.”
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Sofía burst into tears.
Then he lifted his foot to kick her.
I caught his ankle before he could make contact.
The room froze.
“If you touch her again,” I said calmly, “you’ll remember me for the rest of your life.”
Brenda lunged at me first, hand raised to slap. I caught her wrist before it landed and squeezed until she gasped.
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