“Marco opened the walkway gate just as a sprightly grey lizard skittered across the stone path. A bougainvillea vine laden with a riot of purple blooms scaled the right side of the house, and the heady scent of gardenias saturated… — Margarita Barresi Copy Share Image
“The bang of the modernist metal doorknocker exploded in the room. Jolting upright on the edge of the couch, Isa froze, her heart beating a discordance of dread. Her mind went blank as she stared at the door. No.” — Margarita Barresi Copy Share Image
“What happens to our island affects all of us, including my boys.” Isa looked Marco in the eyes, like a boa constrictor eyeing its… — Margarita Barresi Copy Share Image
“Marco opened the walkway gate just as a sprightly grey lizard skittered across the stone path. A bougainvillea vine laden with a riot of… — Margarita Barresi Copy Share Image
“The bang of the modernist metal doorknocker exploded in the room. Jolting upright on the edge of the couch, Isa froze, her heart beating… — Margarita Barresi Copy Share Image
“After endless cajoling, rationalizing, ego stroking, and outright begging—all to no avail—Isa decided that what Marco didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.” — Margarita Barresi Copy Share Image
