Chapter Thirty-Five
I remember everything about Jaime. The sound of his voice, the way he bent forward when he laughed, his crooked smile, the feel of his hand on my waist when he tucked me close to his side like he knew that was where I belonged.
I don’t remember as much about my mother. She wanted me to keep my hair long. She worried about everything. She smiled for Mari but never for me. She was always gone.
I’m not sure if I lost the details of her because she wasn’t around enough for me to notice the small things, or if I erased the details from my mind out of spite.
Even now, I’m not sure how much about my mother I actually know. She wrapped herself in so many lies.
I can forgive most of it. Not because she was protecting me, but because I understand I would go to desperate leng
