Chapter 94 An Early Grave

• ~~Luke~~
• Carolina had refused to say anything over the phone, so I’d had to drive fifteen minutes to Mall del Río, only to hear her say, “I don’t know what happened. I came out, and she wasn’t there. The car door was open.”
• The parking lot feels suffocating. Each breath burns like shards of glass in my lungs. My mother stands rigidly next to me, her face pale beneath her perfectly applied makeup, hands clasped in front of her. Carolina leans against a nearby car, her shoulders hunched, tears streaking her cheeks.