“You were always far too delicate for proper discipline, Mariana,” Teresa said.

“That’s why your children have no self-discipline today.”

“The police are here, Teresa,” I said.

A tall officer in a tan uniform stepped out from the hallway behind the reception desk.

Officer Henderson held a small leather notebook in one hand.

“Mrs.

Ramos?” the officer asked.

Teresa straightened her spine and turned to face him, adjusting the strap of her designer handbag.