Mackenna didn’t miss Savannah’s gasp or Nuncio’s slow turn back in the direction of Dulce, who was picking imaginary lint off her perfectly fitted skirt.
“No way,” Savannah gritted through her teeth. “You’re as gay as they come.”
“When I was fifteen, I had a girlfriend.” Dulce whispered, obviously struggling to recount the story, “Her father and brother found out and decided it was my fault and I needed to be punished.”
Mackenna, put Romeo onto the glass coffee table and sat at the far end of the sofa and wrapped her hands around her stomach as a feeling of nausea waved over her.
Dulce continued. “I got pregnant because of their punishment. My family is deeply religious so being gay was bad enough but having an abortion was out of the question. My mother’s sister and her husband had b
