EGAN
He could not help turning to smile at Primrose’s profile as the city light filtered into the car.
She was a vision!
How had she maintained that beauty despite her not growing up rich?
She turned to see him looking at her and smiled a little, and he felt his heart about to burst from happiness.
The woman was not looking at him with anger or pure hate anymore. And she seemed relaxed too, not resigned, but truly relaxed.
“Do you remember Mamita?” She asked, looking ahead at the windshield.
He froze. Was she about to blame their marriage for her mother’s death again and get angry?
They were having such a good night.
“A little.” He said honestly, expecting her to get angry that he did not remember her mother. But he saw her nodding, without a frown.
“I, too, didn’t see her much
