She had heard enough.
“Isabela,” said Doña Teresa, “you never come into my room for more than 10 minutes because you say the smell of medicine depresses you. You have no right to talk about someone who actually stayed.”
Isabela stiffened.
—Doña Teresa, I am only protecting Santiago.
—From whom? From a woman who held my head when I vomited? From a girl continue reading …
