“And the deposits to Sarah—were those drafts, too?”
Mrs. Mireya looked at her son. The Queen Mother was starting to crumble. “Deposits?”
Bruno didn’t answer. I did. “He was paying for his new life before he finished stealing mine.”
Mrs. Mireya turned bright red. Not out of shame for me, but out of rage because her son had made her look bad.
“Bruno, tell me this isn’t true.”
He ran a hand through his hair. “Mom, it’s not that simple.”
“You were going to give the house to someone else?”
“I was going to fix it!”
“And what did you tell me?” she screamed. “That Laura had you tied down? That you were the one making sacrifices?”
I stood still. Interesting. The lies had branches.
Bruno turned to me, desperate. “Laura, please. I swear Sarah doesn’t mean anything.”
“That’s ugly. She meant enough to move her into my house.”
“It was a mistake.”
“No. A mistake is forgetting to buy milk. You made a list.”
