Stuck Between Two Alphas
The moment Rosa saw me, her voice broke into an emotional cry, and she rushed across the room, bypassing the mess entirely.
“¡Ay, Dios mío, mi niña! Gracias a Dios, estás bien!” (Oh my God, my child! Thank God you're okay!) she sobbed, throwing her arms around me in a grip so tight it knocked the wind out of my lungs. “When I heard from the guards—I thought—I thought—¡Ay, mi corazón no puede con esto!” (Oh, my heart can’t take this!)
Her hands flew everywhere—my cheeks, my shoulders, the top of my head. She kissed me a thousand times in a single breath, whispering blessings, her soft Mexican accent laced with panic and prayer.
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