Chapter 21June 29th
My mother opened my blinds deftly, and I hissed and covered my eyes with my arms.
“You’ve slept enough today. It’s past three,” she said.
I rolled onto my stomach and pulled my pillow up over my head, a clear sign to leave me alone. But my mother is persistent, and she flung off the sheets covering my legs, exposing them to the cool air of my bedroom.
“Mom,” I groaned, just as the phone began to ring again. It had been ringing near-constantly between the hours of ten and midnight for the past two days, calls of condolences and just checking in and God knows what else. Funeral arrangements and police updates, if I had to harbor a guess—my mother would be involved in everything.
I’d been asked for again and again: “Do you think you can talk to Mrs. Fuentes?” No. “Hon
