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So much.

Was this her freedom?

It seemed like it.

Tasted like it.

“Why?” Valeria asked again.

Abril would have sacrificed so much for what she did here tonight. Most certainly.

“I needed to be free, too,” Abril said. “Just differently than you.”

What could she say to that?

“Mamá,” Maria whispered before the girl peered up at her mother. “I smell fire.”

She did, too.

Whispering in the wind.

What was burning?

Her arm tightened around Maria’s waist, and her heels pressed hard into the horse’s hind end. “Keep looking forward, niña.”

Because they weren’t ever going back.

Not now.