“Where did you see him?”
“At the tea shop. But I am not sure if it’s really him. I only saw a photo of him and that was taken more than twenty years ago. He would look old now if he was alive.” Gunner gave me a hug and rubbed my back. “Do you think he’s alive?”
“I don’t really know him, Ale. I was five when he was here last and I don’t remember much. We can ask my parents, but your mom was there when her husband was buried. She knows more about it than anyone. Do you want to go see her tomorrow? Maybe have a chat with her about it?”
The truth is, I do not want to ask mom about Lazaro. It would just open old wounds. She’s been doing well with the business and, for once in her life, she is doing something she likes. The pack respects her and she’s happy here. I do not want to take that a
