Death Of A Rivera
“Not yet, Elaine. It’s too soon. No one can know you’re alive. Not right now.”
The words hit like a cold gust of wind, even though I’ve heard them before. No one can know I’m alive. Not my mother, not my daughter. No one from the life I left behind. The weight of it settles heavily on my chest, and I close my eyes, leaning into his touch.
“But it’s my mother,” I whisper, the words breaking as they leave me. “She must think I’m dead, Lucas. She must think she’s lost me forever.”
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