For the next two days, Carmen lay in her hotel room in Puebla, where her dad was from, crying her eyes out. She’d boarded her plane and flown across the country and into another before the pain truly hit. She had left everything behind. Part of her felt like she was running away, but she didn’t know why. It had simply felt like something she had to do. Now she was back to questioning her sanity.
With puffy eyes, she strained to see the time on the clock. By now, Liam and Rosa would be on the road, maybe even at their first stop. She thought of Liam with his sleeves rolled to his elbows even though it would be freezing outside. She climbed out of bed and pulled aside the drapes covering the windows.
Bright sun glared and stung her eyes. She blinked a few times. It was a gorgeous day. The
