—Your grandfather didn't trust you . You were impulsive, ungrateful, and difficult. We did what we thought was best for the family.Tea
The sentence hit me like acid.
I didn't scream. I didn't cry. I made no attempt to slap her, even though an animalistic part of me wanted it with almost blinding clarity. What I felt was something worse: a sudden, icy, and irreversible calm. The calm that comes when pain stops demanding explanations.
"For the family?" I repeated.
-Yes.
—No. For your control.
Mercedes Herrera held my gaze, and for the first time in my life, I saw something akin to defeat in her eyes. Not remorse. Never. But the awareness that she could no longer dictate the rules of history.
My father tried to put everything back in order.
