tried to remember what I had wanted when I married Elias. I had wanted him. I had wanted love. I had wanted to be like my mother. All I knew for certain, I had wanted more than what I had or what I got. That was when regret washed over me like cold water. I had waited too long to stand up for myself, for others, for Marina and Eli, for this baby girl, and I had gone about it the wrong way.
