VIOLETA
“What do you want me to say, Violeta? Congratulations: you succeeded in going behind my back to do what I asked you not to do. I will deal with you later.”
I walk behind him as he leads the way to the living room where our guest is, and he stops just at the entryway and turns to me.
“Take Dante upstairs to his sister,” He orders in a deep tone, indicating his anger.
I nod my head and take Dante upstairs to Mia’s bedroom. My daughter is playing with her dolls, and they are having a tea party. When I fetched her from school, she was so relieved to see me, and she even cried. When I asked about how she was throughout the day, I was told that she was scared, and it took a long time for her to calm down and get used to the environment. I was happy to hear that she made a friend,
