***Sofia***
My mind is on the verge of exploding. I had scoured several books over the past week in search of some possible explanation to the mysterious Lake, the two wolves, and Baby Salvador, but I could not find anything that made sense to me.
Across the room, Emiliano and Chava play with wooden blocks and I watch the green-eyed baby carefully, hoping for any clues as to how he pulled me out of the Lake. Sensing my eyes on him, Chava looks up at me, a cheeky grin spreading across his lips. He extends his arms out and bounces on his butt excitedly.
“Aba ba ba,” he squeals, his father raising an eyebrow in amusement.
I climb out of my chair and lift Chava in my arms, assaulting his cheeks with plenty of kisses and farting noises. We sit together on the couches and I place Chavita on
