“You always let Mariana do whatever she wanted. That is why we are here.”
“Here?” Abuela repeated. “Here, with a living child inside her? Here, after years of tears? If this is where mercy has brought us, then I thank God for it.”
My mother’s mouth tightened. “Do not use God to defend sin.”
That was when Andrés moved.
Not violently. Not loudly. He simply continue reading …
