“Come home, Rafael. There’s work to do.”
The moment I picked up the call, my father’s voice hit me cold, used to being obeyed. He never needed to raise his tone to sound commanding.
“I have work here too father” I replied.
“Work?” he scoffed. “You mean dragging your wife around like she’s on a field trip?”
“It’s something I need to do if I want her trust,” I said.
That should shut him down.
There was a silence
“How long?
He finally said something
“A week.”
“Four days,” he corrected instantly. “I expect you by then.”
The line went dead before I could respond.
I stared at the phone for a moment. I didn’t want Rose anywhere near my family. They had poisoned every part of my life. The idea of her in that house...around those people...twisted something in my chest.
But she woul
