Rosario's pacing slowed and she hugged her middle. "I think she freaked."
I was scared. Her mom's voice had cracked on that last word, and all at once Rosario hadn't been able to look her in the face.
Mami didn't break. Mami was a rock. Abuela was fierce and flighty, bringing a whirlwind wherever she went. Dad wore his heart on his sleeve where any asshole could take a swipe. But Mami always carried herself with this quiet fortitude; she kept on pushing no matter what. If Mami was crying—
"She wasn't sure what he'd do, she was scared he'd turn nasty. Like, try and make her get an abortion. Or take me away." Rosario hugged herself tighter and blinked back the salt sting in her eyes.
He seemed nice, her mom had said. But rich white boys like him, they got a different set of rules.