Selene had taken my hand and told me about a cousin of mine that she’d found in Costa Rica named Valentina. One year ago, this Valentina deposited ten thousand dollars into her bank account in cash. Almost immediately, she used every penny to pay a hospital bill. I couldn’t even muster up that much anger over it. If she had given away my name to pay off her debt, I understood. I was no one to her but a name. She was a traitor, but I didn’t blame her.
