Chapter 3
Dom's P.O.V.
She's clean now and cold too, like glittering steel. She's beautiful.
Thank you Roberto, for brining her to me this morning.
"You don't speak Spanish anymore?" she asks me with just a hint of condescension.
"No." Not since you left. There's no point. I can't stand it. Hurts too much.
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The boy comes down, dressed in Ben's clothes. God he's so small. Why would anyone let a child like this go uncared for? If he were mine I'd never let him go without.
"Hungry?" The word is difficult for me to remember. It's been too long since Letty left.
Roberto nods and sits at the table. "You sit down too," he says to Letty.
She smiles and sits next to him, across from me.
We each eat one quesadilla while Roberto gobbles down four. I want to eat that many too, but she's only made six. I miss her cooking. If this is a dream, I don't want to wake up.
"I can stay here?" He asks, looking back and fort between us.
"Please. Mi casa es su casa." I smile when he giggles.
Letty smiles too, even when she looks me in the eye.
It's been too long.