It was the beginning of the reckoning.

Chapter 3 — All My Toys to Mateo

An hour later we were in a cab, heading to the airport, the city sliding past the windows, and Maya asked me a question that tore my heart clean in half.

“Mom,” she said, in her small serious voice, “is Grandma Beatrice going to give all my toys to Mateo now?”

Mateo was the son of Selina — the woman my husband had been involved with, for months, behind my back.

That was all I understood, at the time, about who Mateo was.