the courtroom, he approached Mariana in the corridor. “When this little hospital fantasy wears off, you’re going to realize nobody out there needs you.”
Mariana looked at him.
For seven years, that sentiment had kept her trapped inside a bedroom.
Now it held no power.
“That phrase worked on me for a long time, Alejandro,” she said softly. “It doesn’t work anymore.”
Suddenly, Alejandro’s mother, Teresa, hurried down the hallway carrying an old cell phone.
She looked visibly upset.
“I found this old phone in the guest room boxes you
