And no one spoke.

In the silence, I think even my mother heard how much she had just revealed.

And then she did the thing I had watched her do my entire life.

She began to cry, a loud, theatrical, cornered weeping.

“After everything I have done for this family,” she sobbed.

In the past, I would have rushed to comfort her, would have apologized for upsetting her.

Instead, I looked at Maya.