Lucía stayed silent for a few seconds, then smiled gently again.
—Okay, ma’am. But if you need anything, let me know, okay?
She continued down the aisle.
Doña Soledad exhaled slowly, but inside, a quiet ache remained. She thought of her small kitchen back in Chiapas—the smell of fresh tortillas, the pot of beans simmering slowly, the simple but dignified continue reading …