" I once again drove to the only home I’d ever truly known. Just after two in the morning, Rosarío opened the door startled, blinking away her sleepy haze. Being woken up by me for the second time that night. She took one look at me and then down to the little girl covered in dried-up blood, who was hiding behind my legs. Her face tucked into her doll and the baby chicks. Rosarío didn’t hesitate, instantly greeting, “Come in. "
― M. Robinson , El Santo (Saint-Sinner, #1)