In all the scenarios I’ve imagined, Ana wasn’t the same ethereal woman whose smile dazzled me nearly a year ago when she slid into the empty seat beside me at church, her brown eyes warm and welcoming as they swept over me. “So you’re the one everyone is talking about this week,” she says. “I feel like I’m at a disadvantage because I have no idea who you are.” Her smile remains, somehow even brighter than before. “Lily Muñoz.” She holds her hand out, and I hesitate to reach for it. I don’t like to touch others unless necessary, but the longer her hand hangs in the air, the more inclined I am
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