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My father, Alejandro, was in his element. A man who had built an empire from ambition and arrogance, he measured human worth in dollars and status. My mother, Isabela, stood beside him like a porcelain figure — beautiful, calm, and silent, as she had been all my life.
I had come to celebrate my brother. I had told myself I could handle a few hours of polite conversation, maybe even leave unnoticed. But my father had other plans.