“You all know what it’s like to beg, so here I am, begging. I can’t do this alone. I love him.” I glanced back to make sure Río was listening. “I love him,” I repeated. “And he loves me. And I don’t care if that makes me the wrong kind of freak. I can live with losing the job and the warm bed and the only family I’ve ever had in America. But I can’t live with myself if he dies, and neither should you. ’Cause this world ain’t worth a damn if he’s not in it.”
