Luis came home from work at 6:30 p.m. He stopped when he saw my face.
“What’s wrong, baby? “
I was standing in the kitchen with my arms crossed. “We need to talk. Right away. “
His parents were in the living room watching television. I drove him upstairs to our room and closed the door.
“Sandra, you scare me. What happened? “
He stopped when he saw my face.
“What are you and your family hiding from me? “
His face turned pale. “What are you talking about? “
“Don’t pretend you don’t know. I heard from your parents today. I heard them talking about Mateo. “
His face turned pale.
“What are you hiding from me, Luis? What is this secret about our son that you promised not to tell me? “
He took a break. “Wait. Do you understand Spanish? “
“Yes Every word. Every comment about my body, my cooking. I speak Spanish, Luis. “
He sank onto the edge of the bed.
“What are you hiding from me, Luis? “
“You… you never said anything. “
“And you never told me you were hiding something about our child”, I replied. “So we’re even. Now speak. “
“They did a DNA test. “
“What? “
“You… you never said anything. “
“My parents”, Luis confessed, his voice broken. “They weren’t sure if Mateo was my child. “
“Explain to me”, I asked him insistently.w
Luis’ hands were shaking. “When they visited us last summer, they took her hair. On Mateo’s brush. They sent them to a laboratory. “
