It was the last thing Tess would have expected. She turned the airplane ticket over in her hands and realized, with reluctance, that her
mother knew her better than she knew herself. This ticket, this chance to go home and sit in the morning cool of Lola Josefina’s sala, was exactly what Tess needed. Her mind wandered to
Angelica. Had she ever had to persevere through something like this? Tess doubted it. In her imagination, Angelica was in control of her life at all times. No man had ever betrayed her with a
younger woman, no man had ever left her crying on the bed while he walked away to start a new life. No, Angelica was an original. Tess, on the other hand, was just like every other frazzled wife
who’d ever been left behind for a younger version of herself.
“What is it?” Tess’ mot
