“My dad said it would be fun,” Mateo replied, his voice breaking with emotion.
"Okay, okay, okay," Ricardo interrupted, standing up. "It's no big deal. It's just a cake. We'll just buy another one. Don't make a fuss."
Something inside me broke in that moment. Not with a crash. Not with tears. It broke with such cold clarity that it even brought me peace.
“Go away,” I told him.
Ricardo stopped laughing.
-That?
—You, your wife, and your son. You have to leave my party. Now.
Paola finally looked up from her cell phone and let out a nervous laugh.
