turned to Camila. “Do you know what drawer he means?”
Camila pressed a hand to her stomach. “The wardrobe in our old house. The one in Mom and Dad’s room. It had a bottom panel that lifted up. Dad used to hide cash there when the shop got paid late.”
Lucía’s breath caught. “Samuel never told me.”
“He told me once,” Camila said, voice cracking. “I was continue reading …
