Grace's POV
Carlos let out a long breath.
I knew Amara must have left him with a sour impression. Still, the truth stung—even Carlos had to acknowledge that I bore some responsibility for indulging that woman until she became such a vindictive witch.
"Don't stress about her. She's probably surviving on fish and seals right now," Carlos said. "I'm pretty sure she's still alive since that Casino guy keeps sending me updates about her choking down boiled fish like it's torture."
I couldn't help but laugh. I didn't want to seem cruel, but knowing my sister was miserable in that isolated place brought me a twisted sense of satisfaction.
"Plus, I'm hoping for a daughter because I imagine she'd resemble you," Carlos continued. "She'd be absolutely adorable and gorgeous. I'd spend every day playing with her."
"What's so terrible about having a son? I bet he'd look just like you," I replied. "I've always been curious about how sweet a miniature version of you would be."
