I crouched down, hoisted my mother onto my back, and turned to leave. But Olivia barked an order, and the security guards formed a wall, blocking our path.
"I said wait! You can leave when the time is right. Are you deaf?" she shrieked. "It's just a fainting spell. She's not going to die."
She jabbed a trembling finger at me. "Spencer put his heart and soul into this shop. If you destroy his luck, you're a sinner!"
In her agitation, my jacket slipped from her shoulders. The circle of men leered, greedy glints appearing in their eyes.
"Tsk, tsk. Look at those curves. A masterpiece."
"No wonder that wimp doesn't dare hit her back. Must be having a blast in bed."
"Hahaha, didn't you see how fiercely she protects her first love? I bet they have a dirty little secret."
"Men's intuition, right? We know what's up."
The laughter grew deafening. My nails bit into my palms.
I never imagined Olivia would degrade herself like this for Spencer Delgado. Before today, she had been the picture of conservatism. She had never done anything to make me lose face.
"Get lost! Move!" I bellowed at the guards. "I want to see who dares to stop me!"
My gaze found my wife. Cold. Final.