feeding a woman who would resent you.”
Mateo’s hand trembled.
Lucía squeezed his arm once.
He breathed.
Then he said, “If I had come back, I might have been poor. But I would have been a father. I would have buried my daughter with her mother. I would have held Lucía while she cried. I would have made my choices myself. You did not give me a future. You continue reading …
