Alejandro adjusted his gold watch strap with a quick, hard tug.

“You should be grateful she doesn’t call the municipal police to the house right now,” he said.

“You know that brooch was my mother’s, Alejandro,” I said.

“You saw me wear it the week we got married.”

“What I know is that you’ve been a complete financial burden on my family for five years,” he said, taking a step toward me.

“You were never meant for this level, so don’t act like you belong here.”