Holding Madeline back in my arms had been the best feeling I'd ever felt. Knowing that she was now, mostly, safe with us made me feel something indescribable. I'd been so worried about her, so worried about the possibility of never seeing her again and I couldn't fathom that. If I'd lost her forever then I'd never have been able to live with myself but before I went to join her in the afterlife I would have hunted down every last cabrón that had anything to do with the hurt that she'd been through.
Seeing Madeline in my brother's arms hadn't sparked jealously like I thought it might have. No, I felt a sense of relief and when she'd pulled me in for the hug too, I had just melted instantly against her touch. When I looked at Miguel's face, I could see that he loved her, almost as much as I
