And that night he packed a bag. Not everything. Just enough to make it obvious he already had somewhere.
« I’m going to Nati’s. »
Nati. From his work.
The woman who once asked me how I did the pozole and told me, Xime, your marriage is beautiful.
And the next day my mother-in-law arrived with two black bags.
Not to sit with me. To collect his clothes.
« What a disgrace, Ximena, » she said, looking at my stomach. « Mauro didn’t deserve this. »
« I didn’t cheat on him. »
And she gave me that smile. « They all say that. »
And inside a week half of Colonia Herrera knew.
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