it says ‘N and M. September 19th.’”
Nicolás felt the blow in his chest.
Celeste stiffened.
“M could also stand for Miranda.”
“September 19th means nothing to you,” Marisol said, her voice breaking. “But it means everything to me. It was the day Nicolás asked me to stay with him at the kiosk in Coyoacán, when it rained and we ended up buying corn on the continue reading …
