chapter 40
Mandi
I placed Selina next to Miguelito on my parents’ bed. She had finally cried herself into a fitful sleep, and this was the only place where they would stay asleep. I guess it was because it was the closest they could be to Mom. I looked down at Miguelito. His chubby cheeks were stained with tears and his thumb was stuck in his mouth.
Poor little man. I brushed his dark curls off his damp forehead. We had gotten him off the thumb habit a long time ago, but I didn’t have the heart to take away his only comfort right now. The past few days have been tough on him—on all of us. I kissed his forehead and walked back to my room.
Sinking onto the edge of the bed, I finally let go of the ache that had been building up all day. It’d been a hell of a week, traveling back and forth
