Valeria placed a hand over her belly.
“And I’m your wife.”
“Exactly.”
“So why did you hold me down?”
Another silence.
Then Nicolás made the mistake that destroyed whatever remained of Valeria’s doubt.
“Because we needed you to stop resisting.”
Lucía’s eyes lifted.
Valeria felt tears fill hers.
Not from sadness.
From clarity.
“Resisting what, Nicolás?”
He realized too late.
“I meant resisting my father.”
“That doesn’t make sense.”
“You’re twisting my words.”
“I’m repeating them.”
