When my grandfather came into my hospital room after the birth, the first thing he said was, “My dear, wasn’t the 250,000 I sent you every month enough?”

—¿Diпero? —balbυceó Mark— ¿qυé diпero?

My father’s face grew up.

“Don’t tell me about me.”

His voice was already sυave.

It was dangerous.

“Claire has received it.

He moved slightly towards them.

“And I think that now it is for what.

The room was completely silent.

So my baby stopped making little dreams.

My father said something that froze my s@.