“You’re lying. You’re crying and it’s breaking my heart,” he said in a desperate voice. “Rosie, preciosa.” He moved closer, as if he couldn’t help himself. “Tell me what to do to stop this.” I tried to keep it in. Not to let it out, but that Rosie, that preciosa, did me in. And everything just… escaped. “Want me,” I said, and God, how desperate it was to beg for something like this.
