“Thank you, Paola,” I said.

“Alejandro is taking Sofia to the Easter gala at the country club next month,” Paola said with a sharp, scoffing laugh.

“Her family owns four car dealerships.

She actually knows how to dress for our social circle.”

I stood on the gravel path, holding the handle of my small suitcase in my right hand.

Paola took a thick blue legal folder from under her arm and held it out to me.

“This is the formal divorce summons and property release from Oscar,” she said.