Isabella

Em led me to the front step with his steady hand in the small of my back. The door opened and his mother welcomed me at the front door with tears in her green eyes. She wrapped her arms around me and tugged me into the house. “Eres un ángel enviado del Cielo.”

While I couldn’t understand her words, her welcoming intent was evident.

“Mama,” Em said, “this is Isabella.”

“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl. I was afraid Emiliano would ...