Arthur Mendoza — The Morgue Wedding Mystery
We held each other until I felt her shoulders stop shaking.
“I should have come to the wedding,” she said.
“You had an exam.”
“I could have skipped it.”
“You’re allowed to have a life that doesn’t revolve around checking on your father.”
She pulled back.
“Leticia made it sound like you were disappointed in me.”
I stared at her.