Her voice cracked.
Not for Camila.
For him.
Always for him.
As they reached the patio, several guests lowered their eyes.
Others turned away.
A few quietly left through the side gate.
No one wanted to be associated with what had happened.
The illusion had shattered.
And everyone knew it.
The emergency room smelled like disinfectant and fear.
I sat beside Diego under fluorescent lights that seemed determined to expose every crack in a person’s soul.
Hours passed.
Then more.
