Chapter 13:
I couldn't sleep.
That's not a surprise. I'd slept maybe four hours in two days and my body had gone past tired into that weird electric state where your eyes hurt and your brain won't shut up.
Lily was out cold in the crib. Marisol had found a nightlight somewhere and plugged it in and the room had a soft yellow glow. I stood there for a minute and watched my daughter breathe.
Then I went downstairs.
The house was quiet. The kitchen light was on. My mother was sitting at the table with a cup of tea going cold in front of her.
She looked up when I came in.
"Can't sleep either?" she said.
"No."
"Sit down."
I sat down.
We didn't say anything for a while. The fridge hummed. Somewhere outside a motorcycle went past on the road beyond the wall.
"I need to ask you somethi
