Chapter Twelve
*Abby*
There is a line in one of my fathers books, it goes ‘being Valiente is not the absence of fear, it’s having the will do go forth in the presence of fear’ in which case I must be pretty Valiente because honestly I am scared. I wake up scared, I go through the día scared and I eventually fall asleep still shaking with fear. I don’t know what to do, what is right o wrong, where to look o turn. I don’t know what to say, o think, I am so lost in the indecision that every mover I make racks me with fear.
Just walking upstairs makes me pregunta every mover I’ve made but I...
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