Page 149 of Forbidden Fate
“Yes.”
“When?”
She reached for my hand.
I almost pulled away.
I didn’t.
“I don’t know,” she said.
“That means never.”
She frowned. “No. It means I don’t know.”
“Do you know who he is?”
Her fingers closed around mine. “Yes.”
That surprised me.
I had expected another lie. “You do?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“Then tell me.”
She looked away. “I can’t.”
Anger surged again. “Why?”
“Because I just can’t.”
“That’s stupid.”
“Maybe.”
I pounded a fist on the table. “It is.”
“Maybe,” she said again. She lifted my hand and kissed my knuckles. “Do you know why I named you Cruz?”
I rolled my eyes. “No.”
“Because it means cross.”
I groaned. “Mamá.”
“Like the cross Jesus died on.”
“I know what a cross is.”
“Do you?”
“I’m hardly going to be the savior of humanity.”
She laughed.
That laugh. God.
