“Adelina, for God’s sake, how can you look at that screen and call it a misunderstanding?” Adelina whipped a glare at her, then dropped her voice to a hard whisper.

“Roslyn, we do not air the family’s laundry like this.

Turn it off.

Whatever the issue is, the two of you settle it privately, as husband and wife.” I tilted my head at the woman who had made my life a quiet misery for a decade.

“Mom.

If it were reversed tonight — if it were me who’d slipped upstairs with a man while you all ate downstairs — would you be calling it a misunderstanding?” Her jaw snapped shut.