Lucía turned red. Ana looked at her as if a wound had been opened and healed at the same time. Mateo, who was pretending to check some accounts, stood up with shiny eyes.
“I’m going to the corral,” he murmured.
He left because he didn’t know what else to do.
In the corral, he understood that he didn’t feel betrayal. He felt continuity. Life wasn’t erasing continue reading …
