As the engine of my car hummed quietly, I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm within me. The calls I was about to make would set in motion events that my brother-in-law and his family could never have anticipated. I dialed the first number: my lawyer, Ana.
“Ana, it’s Valeria,” I said, injecting a level of calmness into my voice that belied my true feelings.
“Valeria, how can I help you today?” Ana’s voice was warm and professional, as always.
