“I know. He’s always been this way ever since we were kids and he wanted to save all the stray cats around town.” “He did?” “Oh yeah. Josefina hated it.” “Why?” “She calls them an invasive species.” My nose twitches with distaste. “Really?” “Yeah, but that didn’t stop Rafa from feeding the cats when she was sleeping.” A laugh slips out. “Sounds like his fascination with strays started at a young age.” She glances down at Bacardi. “I think he sees himself in them.” My heart acts up again, missing a beat. “How?” “That’s not my story to tell.”
