Abuela had died three years after the hurricane. Quietly, in her sleep, no storm involved. But when Luna closed her eyes, she still saw the masking tape X’s. Still felt the hallway floor hard against her back.
“Sí, sí… daysis destrucción,” Abuela whispered into the receiver. daysis destrucción
Luna didn’t know Spanish well. She knew abuela , leche , ven aquí . But daysis destrucción sounded like a spell. Like the name of a monster that lived in the wind. Abuela had died three years after the hurricane
Daysis destrucción.