5. Forgetting YourselfThe processions merged and formed one crowd of dozens and dozens of people all surrounding her. Their colors were so bright. Vibrant. In sharp focus. The rest stop. Everything seemed blurry. Except for Francisca.
She was a vision of how she was in life. Tall. Thin. Rugged. Beautiful. All the pain of missing her retuned and filled Ed’s bones. He thought he would fall down. Her lips pursed. Her face a mask of stoicism. Like she was just before they would have a fight. Like she was at the end.
Ed expected her expression to turn to rage.
“Eduardo,” Francisca said. “Look at you. I’m so sorry.”
“Sorry? Sorry for what? I’m sorry about you,” Ed said.
Ed wanted her to say she was sorry that we went wrong. Sorry for hitting you. Sorry for everything. For our whole lives no
