La Latina café featured an angled timber counter with sharp edges, a potted plant alongside it. Peach walls displayed round mirrors, and dangly bronze lights hung low.
Kim, Blanca, and Daniela walked across the mint-coloured tiled flooring, past multi-coloured rectangular tables with steel-backed chairs as they made their way to the others.
Kim leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Eva and Sofia. Although both women were connected to Daniela, they had become fast friends with Kim and Blanca, too. She hadn’t known Sofia for long, but the single parent had endured hardship in her life; not so long ago Daniela had been terrorised by a madman, and Sofia had been involved.
Sofia wore a high-buttoned shirt with a white puffer jacket and ripped jeans. As a dance teacher and former dance
