Light. Familiar. The same laugh I had heard at brunches, birthdays, bridal showers, and late-night calls when I had cried to her about my fear that Daniel was drifting away. She had comforted me with one voice while using another to steal my life.
“What if she suspects?” Irene asked.
“She won’t,” Daniel said. “Valeria trusts people. That’s how continue reading …
