Camila began seeing a therapist of her own, a kind one who let her take the betrayal apart slowly, at a child’s pace, and put herself back together.

And I made a decision that I have never regretted: I kept Teresa and Joaquin close, kept them woven into Camila’s life, because they had lost the most of anyone and had done nothing to earn it, and I would not let a child pay for her grandparents to lose a granddaughter on top of everything else.

I never once made them answer for their son’s choice.

One afternoon, driving home from the cemetery, Camila caught my eyes in the rearview mirror.