Aurora:
“She is going to grow up to look a lot like you,” Natalia said, looking at me as I fed Viviana.
I didn’t say a word, instead, I ran my finger over my daughter’s belly, gently rubbing it, careful not to squeeze it. She knew that no matter what she was going to say, the gap that she created was not one that was going to just perish overnight. Aunt Vivian meant the world to me, but that made no difference to her when she shot her words at me like a few knives aiming to cut. And to know that it came from her, the person that I put all my faith in
“You’re not willing to talk to me, are you?” She asked, and I looked away from her, ignoring the pain that I felt in my chest. Truth be told, I didn’t want this to be the way our friendship was, but it was how she wanted it to be. She wante
