“I promise,” Lucía said.
The Last Summer of Fireflies
They had been inseparable since the age of seven, but at fifteen, their friendship had become a different beast—fiercer, more fragile, and stitched with secrets. Every afternoon, they met at the abandoned Ferris wheel on the edge of town, its rusty cages creaking in the sea breeze like the bones of a forgotten giant. jovencitas
Isabela’s heart lurched. “For how long?” “I promise,” Lucía said
We were there.