When Langston thinks of it now, it is hard for him to separate the truth from the lies. All he sees is her. He feels her go limp and soft under his hand. He sees her pretty eyes close slowly. He feels her give in. To him, meeting her was everything he had imagined. He still doesn’t know how it went so tragically wrong.
“I need you to tell me exactly what happened. From the very beginning.”
Langston took a deep breath and looked at his hands. His knuckles were scraped up and bruised.
“Her name was Sonrisa,” he began after licking his lips. “In Spanish it means smile which is something she never does. Not often anyway. But when she does smile…it’s something to see.”
Langston pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes feeling desperation rise into in to his throat like a scream.
“All I ever wanted to do was to make her smile…to make her happy.”