They aren’t our blood.”

Down the table, Mildred gave a slow, approving nod and took her seat at the center of things.

Sofia began to cry — not loudly, just tears sliding down without a sound, the worst kind.

Cruz put his arm around her shoulders and tried to make his small face look brave.

And Lindsay turned her head and looked out at the ocean, away from her own daughter’s tears.

That was the moment my marriage ended.