they were significant.”
“From who?”
Mateo swallowed. “My uncle.”
Lucía stared at him.
Mateo’s uncle, Armando Arriaga, had been the closest thing he had to a living father before he left. Armando owned a small transportation company and had helped Mateo get early work. He had also hated Lucía.
Not openly at first.
With Armando, everything came disguised as continue reading …