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Sedona
My father and I drive two hours up to Flagstaff to visit Rosa, the shifter from Mexico. I fiddle with the radio, but every station gives me a headache. For four days I’ve lived in a stupor. The pregnancy makes me tired—I sleep fifteen hours a night—but some of the fatigue must be depression.
I see the worried glances my parents exchange when they think I’m not looking. Everyone treats me like I’m made of glass. It’s exactly what I didn’t want when I first came back from Mexico. Fates, I feel even worse now than I did then.
I was confused, then. Now I’m wrecked. Carlos ruined me for all other males. Ruined me for love. I seriously don’t see any light in my future.
No, that’s not true. I have this baby to look forward to. At least that gives me purpose.
We pull up to a tiny c
