You wouldn’t dare stop paying.
You wouldn’t dare say no.
You wouldn’t dare expose them.
You wouldn’t dare let them suffer consequences.
For thirty-two years, that assumption has done more damage than any slap.
You turn back to the agent.
“Please cancel them.”
The agent’s eyes move from your reddened cheek to your father’s raised hand, then back to you. Something in her expression changes. She types quickly.
“Since you are the purchaser and the tickets are refundable under the fare conditions, I can process the cancellation back to the original payment method.”
Your mother grabs the counter.
“Wait. No. Valeria, stop being ridiculous.”
Daniela’s face drains. “Mom?”
Your father’s anger flickers, suddenly uncertain.
You keep your voice calm.
“Also cancel the checked bags attached to their reservations.”
The agent nods.
“Of course.”
Daniela lunges toward the counter. “No! She’s being crazy. This is my graduation trip.”
You turn to her.
“It was your graduation trip when I was paying. Now it’s your lesson.”
Her face twists. “You jealous witch.”
Your mother snaps, “Valeria, enough. You’re punishing everyone because your feelings got hurt.”
You look at her.
“My father just hit me in an airport.”
She lowers her voice. “Don’t say it like that.”
“How should I say it?”
She looks around, embarrassed by the strangers watching.
“You know how he is.”
The sentence lands heavier than the slap.
Because yes.
You know how he is.
You know how your father becomes cruel when challenged. You know how your mother smooths his violence into personality. You know how Daniela feeds the fire, then stands behind their protection when it burns someone else.
You know.
And you are finally done pretending knowledge is the same as acceptance.
Airport security arrives before your mother can speak again.
The gate agent must have pressed a button.
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