“Tell me.” Taiye held her gaze and smiled that lopsided smile that made it difficult for Salomé to deny her. “Um, well, I was adopted,” Salomé said as she put their plate—licked clean—away at the foot of the bed and fell under the covers beside Taiye. “It was a closed adoption, so I don’t know my birth family.” She placed her head on Taiye’s chest and closed her eyes.
