“Take your baby and leave. My mom needs peace,” my husband said as he locked me outside… unaware that I would soon discover the truth: they kicked me out to bring their lover into my apartment, but what I did next forced them to leave my house empty-handed.

I had paid for the screen.

For the first time, Doña Lourdes lowered her gaze.

My father arrived later, serious, without making a scene. My mother took Mateo and whispered in my ear:

“You’re home now, daughter. Even though this house has been messed up by them.”

But I couldn’t sleep there anymore. Not with that feeling that