Chapter 1
“Girls have to learn to give in to men. The sooner your daughter understands that, the better.”
I heard those words before I had even finished opening the door to my house.
That day was Sofía’s sixth birthday. I had left work early to make her spaghetti, bake a chocolate cake, and decorate the living room with the purple balloons she had been asking me for weeks. I came home smiling, carrying two grocery bags in my hands.
Then I heard her crying.
It wasn’t a tantrum. It was that broken, frightened kind of crying that a mother immediately recognizes as fear.
I dropped the bags and ran into the living room.
My mother-in-law, Teresa, was standing in front of Sofía with a leather belt in her hand. My daughter had backed herself into the corner beside the sofa, clutching her arm. There was a clearly visible red mark on it.
A few steps away stood my brother-in-law’s son, Mateo, holding the new doll that Diego and I had bought for Sofía for her birthday.
“What are you doing?” I screamed.
Teresa turned around without showing even the slightest bit of shame.
“Disciplining your daughter. Mateo wanted to play with the doll, and she pushed him.”
Sofía ran straight to me.
“Mom… Grandma hit me because I wouldn’t give her my present.”
I felt something inside me break.
“Give her the doll back,” I told Mateo.
The boy looked at Teresa.
“You don’t have to give it back,” she replied. “Sofía needs to learn how to share. Besides, Mateo is older.”
“And that gives him the right to take her things?”
Teresa lifted her chin.
“He’s a boy. One day he’ll be the one to carry on the family name. A girl gets married and leaves. I don’t understand why you spend so much money on her.”
I looked at my daughter.
It was her birthday, and her own grandmother had just practically called her a burden.
“Get out of my house.”
Teresa let out a laugh.
“Your house? My son pays for this property.”
“And my daughter lives here. You just hit her. Get out.”
I picked up the belt from the sofa and threw it away. Then I pointed toward the door.
“Never touch my daughter again.”
Teresa started screaming that I was disrespectful. Mateo, still holding the doll, began to cry.
That was when Diego walked in.
He looked at the groceries scattered across the floor, his upset mother, Sofía clinging to my dress, and the red mark on her arm.
I thought he would run to our daughter.
Instead, he looked at me.
“Verónica, what did you do this time?”
Teresa immediately changed her tone.
“Son! Your wife almost hit me. She threatened me and wants to throw me out just because I disciplined the girl.”
I showed him Sofía’s arm.
“Your mother hit her with a belt.”
Diego looked at the mark for barely a few seconds.
Then he sighed.
“My mom didn’t do it out of malice. Sofía probably misbehaved.”
I stood there, completely stunned.
“That’s all you have to say?”
“We were hit too, and look at us. You’re overreacting.”
Teresa smiled behind him.
Then Diego said the words that finally destroyed something I had been trying to save for seven years:
“Apologize to my mom and let’s end this drama.”
I stared at him.
Then I walked into the bedroom, pulled the largest suitcase from the closet, and started packing Sofía’s clothes.
Diego appeared behind me.
“What the hell are you doing?”
I closed the suitcase.
“I’m leaving.”
“If you walk out that door, forget about coming back. And don’t think I’m going to let you take my daughter with you.”
I stepped closer until I was standing directly in front of him.
“Then you’ll have to explain to an authority why you allowed your mother to hit a six-year-old girl.”
For the first time, I saw fear in his eyes.
I took Sofía’s hand.
That night, we left that house without knowing that Teresa’s belt was only the first piece of a much bigger betrayal.
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