“Your mother has my confidential work schedule written down in her private book,” I said.

Daniel rubbed the back of his neck and went over to the fruit bowl on the island.

“She’s just trying to coordinate family dinners, Mariana.

Don’t turn an ordinary household routine into an interrogation.”

“She had times written down that were never printed anywhere,” I said.

“The only way she could know them is if she opened my work laptop or went through my mail.”

“She doesn’t go through your mail,” Daniel said, peeling a banana in two quick moves.