“Everything I did was for this family!”

“Is my wedding venue even paid for?”

“Your wedding doesn’t matter right now!”

“An hour ago it was the only thing you cared about!”

It was, Rafaela thought, almost too perfect — the two women who had laughed hardest in that car, mother and daughter, now tearing at each other over the very money they had schemed to squeeze out of her.

Because the truth Xiomara was only now discovering was the truth Rafaela had understood on the walk: Leticia loved no one.