They Weren’t Asking for Love
“Nobody’s accusing you,” Rafaela told him.
Then she looked at Emiliano.
“I’m accusing him.”
She watched the word do its work in the room, watched the relatives recalculate.
A family quarrel is a thing you can take sides in; loyalty is cheap and costs nothing but a few harsh words about the outsider.
But fraud is a different country.