At My Husband’s Funeral, My Son Whispered Six Words

of the bed.”

The wind moved through the marigolds.

“I’m going to be okay, viejo,” I said. “I have the apartment in Cuernavaca. Lupita’s going to come stay with me for a while. We’ll be fine.”

I stood up and brushed off my dress.

Before I left, I took the little recorder out of my purse. The one from Diego’s coat. I’d retrieved it from the evidence locker continue reading …