“Thank you, Gloria. You’re so good to me.” “You deserve it, mija. You’re a good girl who deserves good things.” Tears clouded my vision. I swallowed down the rising emotions. “Thank you for checking on me. I’ll be in touch soon, okay?” “You take care and be safe. Te amo, mija.” I love you, my little girl. “Love you, too, Mama G,” I whispered before hanging up. I tossed my phone into my purse and charged across the sidewalk to flag down a cab. It was time to pay a visit to my least favorite place on earth. The house I grew up in. “Gloria said that you told her Oran broke Charles’s arm. I know your propensity for making up stories that suit you, but this is ridiculous.” I waited until I was inside with the door shut before I launched my attack. I wasn’t worried about Gloria getting in troubl
