Where is your brother?” “I tried to pull him out,” Santiago began, and I could not stay silent.

“You didn’t,” I said.

“You swapped the rings.

You put your own wedding band on his hand and you took his, and you walked away, and you let the world believe he was you so that your debts would die with him.

That was not an accident, Santiago.

That was the coldest thing a man has ever done.” Joaquin stepped in close to his son’s face, shaking.

“Over money?” he said, low and ruined.