ELENA
“Come, there’s more where I saw this,” Rosa giggles and pulls Drake toward the house. Their presence lingers for a while, as if overlooking me and leaving me with thoughts. The picture suddenly feels weighty, the edges like sharpened knives and cactus pricks. My cheeks hurt from the sad smile that splits them.
Everything, including my heart rate, seems to slow down as I focus on the picture once more. I know what Rosa is doing—anybody can see it from a mile away. This is the point where a wife has to mark her territory because someone else has declared war.
But what good is a war when you know you have already lost? When it comes to any battle between Rosa and me, I know who is on the winning scale, and it is definitely not me. The air ruffles my clothes, whispering encouragements
