They knocked on the door dressed in rags to test their family. The only one who opened it was the daughter-in-law they had sworn to hate. Outside, it rained as if the heavens wanted to wash away their shame. Mr. Ernest hid a gold ring in his torn sock. Mrs. Carmen trembled under a borrowed shawl, her face smudged with dirt and her pride in pieces.
Mr. Ernest stood frozen in the hallway. Mrs. Carmen dropped her bowl. The broth spilled across the table and splashed onto the floor like a warm wound opening up. Mariana rushed toward the room, but she was too late. Ernest pushed the door open. And there was Rafael. His youngest son. Not the strong young…
