For a few seconds after my mother said she could not congratulate me for “defying God’s will,” no one moved.

bank statements. Not old ones. Recent ones. Transfers from my mother’s account to an organization called Casa de Purificación Betania. Monthly deposits. Then larger ones. Ten thousand pesos. Twenty. Fifty. Then one for 180,000.

Andrés leaned over. “That’s a lot of money.”

My father’s voice went flat. “She took it from the home equity line.”

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