Sneaking in had never been in Marisol’s resume. But she turned out to be pretty good at it when she came home that night. After taking Aurora from a sleeping Tamia, all she got was a sleepy wink before the teen rolled over still tired.
Aurora cuddled into her mama’s chest naturally more at ease with her mother. Even in her sleep, Aurora could tell them all apart now. And nothing felt like her mama.
Marisol had laid her down in her crib, and after checking her over, Marisol fought the urge to bawl her eyes out. To agonize over leaving her daughter well into the early morning with someone else while all she did was spend time with a dealer.
She had to stop beating herself up with every choice she made, as long as Aurora was safe and happy. She could only hope her mistakes would be
