Chapter 13I wasn’t surprised that Miguel had been silent the entire ride since I’d kind of expected it. I’d been silent, too. It’d been just pop hits playing on the radio at a normal volume and nothing else. As much as I’d wanted to talk to him, I’d respected his space to let him think and decide what he wanted to do. As a goodbye before getting out of the car, he’d given me a brush of his finger against my cheek and a weak smile on his face, and I couldn’t complain because it’d given me so much hope. I’d wanted more, even a simple “bye” at the very least, but his gesture had told me it wasn’t over. I prayed it wasn’t over, anyway.
I was on my way back to my apartment, barely paying attention to the radio. When I’d dropped off Miguel, I’d been so pensive that I’d barely noticed his house.
