3“Josefa. I’ve got your breakfast tray here. We need to talk, sis. Please let me in.”
The smell of cinnamon coffee and pastries wafted up as he stood and waited for a response to his knock on his sister’s closed bedroom door.
Josefa had been locked in her room ever since the scene with his mother on New Year’s Day, emerging only for Miguel’s funeral, and then disappearing the next day to attend Rory’s Requiem Mass in Sacramento’s oldest Catholic church, St Rose’s, with Bonnie and Consuela. She’d only returned from St Rose’s, named after the first American-born saint, Rose of Lima, last night, and she’d then gone straight to bed, ignoring them all.
Valentina and Caleb had decided not to go to Rory’s funeral at all, assessing that the circumstances surrounding Rory’s death and Consuela’s
