chair.
“You don’t get to say that as if Alma was an accident separate from what you did. You isolated me. You shamed me. You made me believe her father rejected her. You took away the one person I would have called when the pain started.”
Rebeca covered her face.
“I’m sorry,” she sobbed.
Lucía stared at her.
For years, she had imagined this apology. Sometimes continue reading …
