Publisher's Synopsis
That was the space of our closest sisterhood. I wanted to meet her again in the water. I wanted to swim side by side with my sister, just like before. On July 16, 1990, Liliana Rivera Garza, my sister, was murdered by an ex-boyfriend. She loved Daffy Duck, Hello Kitty, writing, and Raleigh cigarettes; She loved movies, swimming, the streets, architecture, her friends, and even Angel. It was her superpower and her Achilles' heel. And I was trapped in a bubble of guilt and shame. For thirty years, I've always kept coming back to the same starting point:
