gMateo told his side first, sitting across from Luc…

your letters didn’t come, I waited,” she said. “At first, I made excuses for you. Time difference. School. Work. New country. I told everyone you were busy, not gone. Tía Rebeca laughed every time I said it.”

Mateo’s jaw tightened at the name.

Rebeca.

Lucía’s aunt.

He remembered her well. A sharp woman with painted eyebrows, gold rings, and a voice that continue reading …