I 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. I remembe
