He was sitting in the kitchen wearing an old T-shirt and house shorts, eating a bread roll with jam while scrolling through his screen—as if he were talking about the weather… and not about my life.
I froze beside the stove, holding the coffee pot.
My first impulse was to throw the boiling coffee straight into his satisfied face.
The second… was to turn around and slam the door so hard the walls would shake.
But I did neither.
“Say that again, please,” I said with a calmness that surprised even me.
Alejandro looked up with annoyance.
“Come on, Gabriela, don’t exaggerate. My mother isn’t well, she can’t stay alone. And you spend the whole day at the office. Such a big boss, right?”
Outside, a thin October rain was falling over the streets of Mexico City.
