freneticamente. “Ero lì quando non riuscivi ad alzarti dal letto! Ti ho portato dal dottore! Mi sono assicurato che mangiassi!”
“Yes,” Mariana said quietly.
The simplicity of her answer completely disarmed him.
“Yes, Alejandro,” she repeated. “You helped me. And I will always acknowledge that. But helping me through my grief did not buy you the right to humiliate me for the rest of my life.”
Teresa wiped away a tear, looking at her son with profound shame. “I defended you, Alejandro. I told Mariana that men make mistakes. I
