“I know who you are,” he said in a raspy voice, breaking the morning silence. Esperanza nodded slightly, her lips slightly parted as if she were about to speak, but she remained silent.
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Perhaps it was loneliness speaking louder, or perhaps it was something deeper, a connection that transcended logic. I’m not going to give it up. The words came out before I could think it through better.
Esperanza blinked in surprise, a solitary tear sliding down her cheek like a drop of dew. “Why?” she asked in marked English, her voice sweet as the honey of wild bees.
It was the first time that he had heard her voice and something in his chest warmed up in a way that he hadn’t felt for years.
