Chapter 5 — Say Something, Lindsay

“Why are my children at a table behind a pillar?” I asked.

I kept my voice level.

Mildred answered without turning from the mirror, adjusting a gold necklace at her throat.

“It’s more appropriate, Camilo.

Children get restless during the toasts, and we want the head table to look balanced.” “They flew across the country to celebrate their grandfather,” I said.