At first I thought he just wanted to see the candles up close. But no.
She placed both hands on the base of the cake.
“Mateo, no,” I said, moving closer to him.
It was too late.
He carried him in his arms with a clumsy but determined effort, walked to the edge of the terrace, right where the infinity pool began, and when we all finally understood what was happening, the boy turned to look at his father with a proud smile.
—Dad, I already did what you asked me to!
And he threw the cake into the water.
There was a splash, a chilly silence, and the reflection of candles dying on the surface of the pool.
I too felt something inside me sink.
Because in that moment I understood that the cake wasn't the only thing Ricardo had wanted to destroy... and that the worst of the night was about to begin.
PART 2
