was asking for almost nothing.
You had spent more on a bottle of wine than this woman was hoping would keep her child alive for one more night.
“What’s your name?” you asked.
She hesitated.
“Marisol,” she said. “Marisol Vega.”
“And your daughter?”
Her arms tightened around the child.
“Lily.”
The little girl stirred at the sound of her name but did not wake.continue reading …