Jesus and Sven were quite the duo over dinner. Neither seemed to notice of care Miguel was chewing glass as he watched his son talk to his mama. Because while Jesus had talked a whole lot of s**t about not wanting to see her, it was clear to Sven he had been a big ass mama's boy.
And would still be one. If not for Miguel.
Pamela seemed pretty accepting of Sven's presence, asked him about himself. Even Maria and Roberto tried to keep things pleasant, they were awkward at first. But they got over it and were soon having a pleasant conversation.
Until Miguel finally snapped.
Drunk on Sangria, the older Mexican man's head was swimming with booze and anger. Slamming the glass bottle down hard with a loud thunk, it shattered on the table. Everyone looked and frowned seeing the empty bott
