My Children Came Back to the Hospital Pretending to Care but My Bed Was Already Empty

looking at me.

“Dinner?” he said.

“Yes,” I said. “Please.”

Lucía and I ate on the terrace that night as we had most nights since arriving. The valley below was settling into its evening colors, the greens going darker, the sky at the far edge still holding some light. Ernesto had cooked something simple, vegetables from the garden, bread he had made that continue reading …