Agustina

“Unexpectedly, tears pricked my eyes. I had cried many times for the mother I’d lost, stolen by death. But now I cried for the mother I’d never known—not the empty shell of a woman bound to my father, but the reckless, foolhardy girl she’d been before that, years ago. I cried for her. I cried for the inheritance she’d left me.”
― K.X. Song, The Night Ends with Fire