Chapter fifty-eight.
Mateo Castillo POV
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When the clouds stay too close and quiet, it doesn't mean it's not going to rain. In fact, it's the opposite. Instead of finding silence, you have to find the thunderstorms that will be on their way to see you.
I'm busy with work, and it's already past twelve. Midnight. The night's getting colder. But nighttime is always fascinating. It is when the devil's take a parade. And there's always the darkness that seems to find me.
She should be waiting for me. I know she is because that's become the routine from the past few days. There's a beauty to her longing, the way her eyes go wide and the way she tries to suppress the longing she holds for me when I get home.
I get back in off hours, but one thing that remains the same is the way she m
