ruin the evening.”
I looked at my father in disbelief. “It’s not a costume, Dad. It’s not something you just swap out.” I felt a wave of isolation wash over me. I was standing in a circle of my own blood, yet I had never felt more like a stranger. They didn’t see a woman’s heart; they saw a logistical problem to be swept under the rug.
Camila snorted again, unable to let the moment pass without a final jab. “You’re all acting like a bunch of drama queens. It’s
