EXTRACT CHAPTER 11

My hand flies to the golden dove charm around my neck, Abuela's gift from four years ago. Cate notices, her refined features wither. "Oh, your sweet abuelita. She was a wonderful woman, my love."

Love. not mija. not for English Cate.

“Abuela practically raised me, too.” Cate meets my swollen eyes. “I hated not being able to come to the funeral.”

"Mami understood. It's a long way." Four thousand, three hundred and eighty miles.

Cate spreads both hands over my cheeks. It's a gesture so similar to Abuela's that the tears want to flow again. “Tell me the truth,” she says. “Even though I'd just had neck surgery, your mother still found a way to blame me, didn't she?”

I laugh. England didn't steal everything. Her sharp lips, arched hips and provocative eyes come straight from the Cate I remember from the Wallaces' last trip to Miami. “How did you guess?”

"I love your mother very much. But telenovela mujeres could learn from this