“She wasn’t worth mentioning.” “Julian!” my mom calls out. “How long did they date?” Dahlia asks with the softest, fakest voice. My mom clasps her hand against her chest. “Not long, although that didn’t stop my son from breaking her heart.” “Surprised she found him worthy of it to begin with.” Dahlia smirks. She didn’t. I bite down on my tongue in an admirable display of self-restraint. “Don’t start, mija,” Rosa warns her daughter. “Sorry, Mami.”
