of sneakers.”
Maribel lowered her gaze.
They had been married for 10 years and had lived for 5 in that damp, rented little house with a tin roof in the back and a wall that peeled every time it rained.
Martín hated that house.
He also hated that his coworkers at the factory made fun of him.
“Broke again, pal?”
“Your wife really keeps you on a tight leash.”
“Even my mom didn’t control me like that.”
He laughed so he wouldn’t look bitter, but inside he was seething with
