spent weaponizing the worst tragedy of her life to control the story of hers.
PART 3
Mariana returned to the condo shortly before six.
She didn’t cry.
Instead, she pulled a medium rolling suitcase from the master closet and left it open and empty beside the front door.
Twenty minutes later, Alejandro unlocked the door and immediately noticed it.
“What is this supposed to mean?” he asked, tossing his keys onto the entryway table.
“We need to talk.”
He sighed with irritation. “Not this again, Mariana.”
“I met with Chloe