The sheriff interrupts our reunion by clearing his throat. “Dahlia.” “Yes?” “Julian wants to keep this off the record and pay for both repairs himself.” “So he’s not going to get a ticket or mandatory community service for hitting me?” The sheriff chuckles. “Do you want him to?” “Only if you can promise he gets the kind that requires him to pick up trash on the side of the road for hours.” I snap my fingers. “Scratch that. Days.” “Mija3,” Mom warns as Josefina laughs. “How else is he supposed to learn his lesson? Someone could have gotten badly hurt.”
