I stared at the ceiling for a long time. Newly awakened and up by vomiting. I went back to bed.

Yesterday, I couldn't believe he was here. I pinched my skin yesterday because I thought it was just a dream but it wasn't. He's real and he's here! How?

What does he mean Why is he here? Why is he a haciendero?

Last night at dinner I never asked Aunt Magda again. He doesn't seem to know anything.

I was startled by the ringing of my cellphone. I took it under my pillow.

"Hello Jenn?" I answered Jenn's call and lay down. I rubbed my stomach stiffening.

I'm used to...