Chapter Twenty-Eight
Sofia looked down onto the street in front of her flat through her living room window. Rain hit the glass and snaked down its smooth surface, blurring her view. With listless eyes, she stared at the spot where the lights of Luna's cab had disappeared into the grey, depressing morning.
She had walked her cousin downstairs with her suitcases just minutes before and put her in the cab that would take her back to the airport. Back to the United States.
"No, you stay home and rest," Luna had insisted when Sofia offered to ride with her and see her off properly. "You need rest." Luna had placed her small, cool hand on Sofia's cheek and Sofia had smiled softly. But no kindness could mend Sofia's heart, she knew that, and Luna knew it, too.
Sofia leaned her forehead agains
