“We went through a really rough patch,” Marcos admitted. “Elena and I almost broke up. We had to sell our new car and completely overhaul our lifestyle to pay the hospital bill. But… I think it was the best thing that could have happened to us. Elena had to face the facts. I had to stop backing down. I told her I would never tolerate her disrespecting me again. I told her that if ‘her family’ was the only one that mattered during the holidays, then she was the one who had to pay. She learned that the hard way.”
Lucía finally stepped aside and let her son in. They embraced in the hallway, a long, soothing embrace.
“And my grandson?” asked Lucía.
“He’s in the car with Elena,” Marcos said. “She’s ashamed to come. She knows she’s behaved very badly. But I told her we wouldn’t come unless you wanted to see us. And that we brought the blanket. She apologized for telling you she didn’t love you… that actually, she was jealous of our relationship and afraid I wouldn’t measure up. That’s not an excuse, it’s the truth.”
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