Chapter 5

Abuela came to meet them as soon as they were in the door, giving Mike a reproachful look for his shoeprints on the door. She was spry, for sixty-five, and still rather good at bitch-slapping putasif they deserved it. Even if they were thirty-six and related to her, and Max knew it.

She turned her eagle eye on Maura, and Nat behind her. Abuela was the only one of the family who had met Camilla already; she’d been there during the birth, holding Maura’s hand and generally being a Godsend for two frazzled, completely incompetent new moms. Still, the woman had a soft spot a mile and a half wide for the baby, and immediately reached out for her when the women walked in the door.

“How was the flight, not too long?” Abuela fussed, unsmiling but clearly pleased, especially when Camilla eyed her with recognition. “Those security workers can be awful about formula, you know what—even before all those airline regulations, I got stopped before when I had the boys with me.”