Chapter 5

As the plane broke through the clouds, my mom leaned on my shoulder and fell asleep.

I stared out the window at the darkness, thinking back on the past ten years.

When I was eighteen, Carlos had confessed his love to me under the sycamore tree at school, saying he would love only me for the rest of his life.

I believed him.

When I was twenty-two, he took me away to start a new life, saying he would build a future for us with his own hands.

I went with him.

When I was twenty-four, I got pregnant for…