I sigh, drawing breath.
“It must have been the most spontaneous thing we ever did, without fearing the consequences. And we don’t even remember it. Our fleeting moment of freedom.”
“I wanted to live in Tuscany,” Siena reminds me of her dream.
Her eyes glisten as though she is reminding herself of something she decided long ago but never achieved.
She smiles despite the tears covering her face, seeing a spark, something that does not erase her.
She is still alive.
“I would have been a businesswoman. Maybe a lawyer,” Graziela says, laughing as though it is the wildest thing anyone has ever imagined.
“I only wanted to be able to choose,” I say in frustration. “So much happened, and we buried those dreams along with the ability to choose them. I never even had what you had. I don’t know
