Sofia looked up at me, her eyes wide and uncertain.

“Dad, aren’t we sitting with you and Mom at the big table?” Before I could answer her, Roxanne bent down toward my daughter with a bright, poisonous smile.

“The important adults sit up front, sweetheart.” Cruz frowned and took his sister’s hand.

“But Mom said this was a family dinner for Grandpa.” And Roxanne straightened, tossed her hair, and said it loud enough for the whole room to hear.

Chapter 7 — The Moment

“Your children don’t sit at the main table, Camilo.