Accidentally His.
Drake’s breath caught.
There was a silence that stretched between them. The faint hum of jazz music from the boutique speakers continued to play, far too elegant for the heaviness hanging now between them.
Miguel didn’t look at him anymore. He stared at a spot on the floor, his jaw tense, like he was wrestling a word back. Something old and too painful.
Drake hesitated. And then, as if pulled forward by some invisible thread, he murmured, “Mine are dead.”
Miguel slowly looked up.
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