Lupita’s eyes filled, but she didn’t drop the tears.
“For tonight or for every night you thought to apologize later was enough?”
Miguel had no answer that doesn’t sound poor.
Cinnamon moved, and the rope around his neck pressed against the cardboard.
Lupita noticed it first.
“Wait,” she said.
He slowly approached with the scissors in the kitchen drawer in one hand.
Cinnamon growled, but it was
