Adriana's POV

{Two years later}

Two years later, everything was still not alright. Nothing had gone back to normal. Nothing was the same anymore. Jimena and Dante had grown. They were rambunctious, their chubby legs constantly in motion.

Their first steps had been taken on these plush rugs, their first words mumbled in this house. They only knew these walls, these watchful eyes. They never went far.

Each time I laughed seeing them play indoors, my laughter was often tinged with a weariness I ...