– Viejitasperobonitas

sliding down her cheeks.

“Do you remember me?” Lana asked, her voice trembling.

Nora nodded. “You had chickenpox. You were supposed to come too.”

Lana sat beside her, stunned. “They told me no one would remember,” Nora whispered. “That no one would come.”

“Who told you that?” Lana asked gently.

Nora looked out the window, then back. “We never made it to continue reading …