Not small tears.
Years of them.
Decades.
All at once.
The loneliness.
The foster homes.
The unanswered questions.
The feeling that everyone belonged somewhere except me.
All of it crashed into me.
Catalina pulled me into her arms.
For the first time in my life, I knew what it felt like to be held by my mother.
Then a loud voice interrupted.
“This changes nothing.”
Héctor.
Everyone turned toward him.
His confidence was gone.
