The Crescent on Her Shoulder
And she had been out there the entire time, cold and nameless, while I philosophized about who deserved help.
Chapter 9 — You Knew
When we came down the stairs — my mother clean now, wrapped in one of my robes, moving like a woman uncertain of her welcome in any room — Alejandro was waiting in the living room, and I went straight to him with the tears still running down my face.
“You knew,” I said.
“You knew, and you brought her here on purpose.” He shook his head, gently.
“I wasn’t sure, Mariana.