Iron Veve's Kiss
“Took three hours. But Louise? Her sickness took years, festering in the dark places scripture can’t reach. No es tu culpa. (Not your fault)”
“Then why?” The question tore out of me, raw and childlike. “I tried—prayed, obeyed, scrubbed her damn floors—why wasn’t it enough?”
Marisol pulled me into her chest, her heartbeat steady against my ear. “Love is not a debt, corazón. You do not earn it—you are it.”
Outside, Dragon’s wrench slammed against concrete. “¡Coño! (Damn!)”
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