Doña Elvira placed the tray beside her.
“I like my house,” she said softly. “But I don’t want to become a burden.”
“Needing help doesn’t make you a burden.”
She was silent for a moment.
Then she said something that hurt more than anything Ernesto had said.
“I don’t want you bathing me while you’re angry with me, Teresa.”
I reached for her hand.
“I’m not angry with you.”
When I returned home, Ernesto had already pulled two suitcases out of the closet.
“We need to settle this today,” he
