PART 2: “You used to be useful when you brought money home. Now you’re just an embarrassment.”
That is what your pregnant sister-in-law says while standing in the living room of the house you once helped pay for.
For a second, the whole room goes quiet.
Not peaceful quiet. Not stunned quiet. The kind of quiet that comes after someone says the truth too plainly and everyone else realizes pretending is no longer possible.
You look at your brother Diego first.
He is standing near the hallway with his hands in his pockets, staring at the floor like the carpet might rescue him. Two years ago, he was sobbing into your shoulder in the back room of a police station, begging you to save his life. Now he cannot even look at you.
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