flowers just need a little bit of fresh water and some time, and they’ll stand right back up.”
Ethan felt those words anchor themselves deep within his chest. As Lupita turned to quietly exit the suite and give them privacy, he called out to her. “Lupita, wait.”
She paused, looking back. “Yes, Ethan?”
“Thank you. For not looking the other way.”
She lowered her gaze, a soft, humble smile appearing on her face. “I know exactly what it feels like to have people look right through you, as if you’re just an obstacle in their way.” She took a slow, deep breath. “My husband passed away when our boys were still toddlers. I worked around the clock cleaning office buildings, prepping kitchens, folding laundry at a commercial laundromat—whatever it took. There were so many nights I rode the city bus home with my boys asleep across my lap, carrying heavy
