He didn’t move.
“Babe, don’t start a scene,” he muttered, staring at his phone. “My mom is just like this. Just go along with it.”
Mariana, sitting in the back, lifted her phone and started recording.
“Look at the little city princess,” she mocked. “A little rain won’t kill you. Consider this your first lesson: you don’t call the shots around here.”
Teresa smiled.
“Let her walk. A daughter-in-law enters this family when she learns how to obey.”
Something inside Sofia went very still.
She didn’t yell.
She didn’t argue.
“Are you all completely sure about this?” she asked calmly.
“100% sure,” Teresa replied.
“Alright then.”
The SUV pulled away, spraying muddy water across Sofia’s boots.
She returned to the terminal, placed her luggage in a secure locker, and checked the map on her phone.
Nine miles.
More than three hours on foot, much of it along winding rural roads without sidewalks.
