for a moment julia could not anything wxcept his own heartbeat

lunch, everyone had three different versions of the story. In one, Amalia was a witch. In another, Julián was a secret prince. In another, Rosa had stolen him from a golden cradle. The truth, as always, was uglier and more human than gossip could handle.

Julián went back to the workshop.

Not because he needed to fix motorcycles that day, but because continue reading …