Valeria flinches.
You do not look at your mother when you answer. You look only at your wife. “Get your bag.”
The power shift is so abrupt it actually makes Rick sit up straighter.
Denise watches you over the rim of her coffee cup, trying to calculate whether this is irritation or real danger. Your mother opens her mouth again, but you turn to her fully now, and whatever she sees in your face makes her stop. It is not anger. Anger she knows how to fight. It is certainty.
At the doctor’s office in River Oaks, Valeria weighs 118 pounds.
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