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I wanted her to be a cooking and cleaning machine. I saw her eyes gleam with malice as she continued with her master plan.
She settled into my kitchen chair, crossed her legs, and began listing things as if she were reading a shopping list. “I’ve already spoken with my sister Griselda, my cousin Evely, my brother-in-law Enrique, my uncle Elías—they’re all coming. My nephews and nieces, my second cousins, Griselda’s children will also be here.”
It will be a perfect Christmas.
She paused dramatically, waiting for my usual panicked reaction. Of course, you’ll take care of everything. The cooking, the cleaning, setting the tables. Her words hit me like a slap in the face. I remembered all the times I’d cooked dinners for her friends while she took all the credit. Every single one.
Marleno, but this time it was different.
This time something inside me had broken forever. I looked her straight in the eyes with a calmness that even surprised me. “Perfect,” I repeated, watching her smile begin to fade. “It will be a perfect Christmas for you, because I won’t be here.” The silence that followed was
Deafening.
Marl blinked several times, as if she hadn’t heard correctly. Her mouth opened slightly, but no words came out. The click of her heels stopped abruptly. “What do you mean you won’t be here?” she finally managed to articulate, her voice trembling slightly. She sat up straight in her chair, her posture