RINA

Rina, take a deep breath. Breath in; breath out. There's nothing you can do.

I had tears in my eyes and an emotion that was similar to the one I got when Papà died. Denial, that was what it was. Not wanting to believe a fact was a fact. Wishing so damn badly that the hands of time slid backwards to afford me the opportunity to right the wrong of the present.

It laid on the ironing board, staring at me. The blackened spot around the breast pocket of Liliana's jumpsuit. The time she'd given me had long passed; I wasn't ready to leave the laundry room. I didn't...