me as though I had missed something obvious. ” Something warm opened in my chest. ” I looked down at my plate. Marcos’s voice softened. “He’s been waiting, Dani. ” That sentence stayed with me. Waiting. Not demanding. Not assuming
Waiting to be asked. An hour later, Jimena called. Jimena had been my best friend since college and was serving as my maid of honor. She could reorganize a weddingschedule with the calm efficiency of a flight controller. That morning, she had run into Vanessa at a salon in Montevello. Small towns
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