Aléjandro and Rei went downstairs to talk business, leaving me alone in our bedroom. Wrapping my arms around my midsection, I spun a slow circle, thankful we had some furniture. The furnishings weren't bad, a bed, dressers, and bedside stands. The sitting area was empty. For a moment, I imagined what could fill the void while trying to get excited about buying whatever I wanted.
I didn't want to hate my life.
There were moments I forgot that I hated it.
I walked toward the closets I'd only peeked in before. Looking at the stacked boxes containing everything I called mine from Missouri, I remembered again: this wasn't the life I wanted. I recalled that I'd been uprooted and discarded by the famiglia. At least that was the way it felt. As bad as my first marriage had been, I was surroun
