“Because that’s how it’s always been in this house!”
“Well, that’s over.”
Silence fell again.
My mother stared at me.
“Are you saying your sisters are no longer welcome here?”
I shook my head.
“I’m saying that if they come… they help.”
Patricia let out a short laugh.
“Just look… The child is now grown.”
I felt the insult hidden in her words.
But I didn’t answer.
Isabel studied me for a few seconds.
Then she said something she clearly didn’t expect.
“All this… for a woman?”
She didn’t raise her voice.
But the contempt was there.
Something inside me had definitely broken.
“No,” I replied.
I looked her straight in the eye.
“For my family.”
The silence was immediate.
Because for the first time… I had made it clear who my family was.
My wife.
