“This year, we’re only having dinner with my wife’s family,” my son told me. I simply replied, “perfect.”

“It did.”

He looked at me.

“For you.”

Carla crossed her arms.

“I didn’t know this hurt you so much.”

“You watched me leave your house.”

“I thought you would cool down.”

“That is worse.”

Her arms loosened.

“For years, I wanted to know how you would treat me if you believed I couldn’t give you anything.”

My throat tightened.

“I didn’t expect the answer to hurt this much.”

Hugo looked toward the terrace.

“So last night was punishment.”

“No.”

“You invited everyone we excluded.”

“I invited people I love because you decided I should be alone.”

“You posted the picture.”

“I posted a photograph of my Christmas dinner. I did not mention either of you.”

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“Everyone is asking questions.”

“Then tell them the truth.”

Carla looked down.

“My  parents are furious.”

“At me?”

“At us.”

“Why?”

“They said we made them look arrogant.”

“Your parents did not exclude me.”

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