One single photo.
That’s all it takes to cause my chest to tighten painfully and my throat to f*****g clog up.
Just one photo. And it’s from tía Antonia.
It comes in while I’m sipping the cup of coffee my assistant made and sending some emails on my computer. The screen of my phone lights up, and there she is.
Carmen.
And she’s smiling.
A full smile, not just a polite twitch of the lips. Her teeth are showing, her beautiful cheeks rounded out. She’s seated by the window in her wheelchair, the same spot I met her in yesterday, and she has a blanket over her legs.
She’s actually smiling. I can’t remember the last time I saw her smile like that. Over ten years ago, maybe. Way before the incident that maimed her and f****d her brain up for life.
My thumb hovers over the image and I swa
