La cara de Karla se puso roja. “No puedes simplemente destruir nuestras vidas”.
Ethan looked at the service hallway.
At the marble floor.
At his daughter.
En las rosas.
“No,” he said. “You did that when you decided other people’s dignity was optional.”
PART 3
Suite 904 overlooked Chicago like the city had been poured in silver.
The river curled between dark towers. Traffic moved below in red and white veins. Snow floated past the glass in soft pieces, disappearing before it touched the window.
Lupita colocó las rosas en un jarrón de cristal sobre la mesa.
Un tallo se inclinó hacia un lado, doblado pero aún floreciendo.
Lily stood barefoot on the carpet in her pajamas, rubbing one eye with her fist.
“Put them by the window,” she said.
Ethan se agachó a su lado. – ¿Por qué ahí?
“Así que mamá puede verlos”.
For a moment, Ethan could not speak.
