“The default notices are already recorded.

The legal process will take its natural course, with no personal malice.”

“You won’t have enough money to buy food by next week,” Alejandro snapped, shoving the envelope into his coat pocket.

“When the bank throws out your claim, don’t come crawling back to my mother’s gate.”

He turned and walked quickly toward the street doors without looking back, Oscar hurrying to keep up beside him.

The shaded stone terrace at the country club in Zapopan was packed, eight umbrella tables pushed together along the white balustrade.