Next Summer, Find Me If You Can
My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I nearly stumbled.
I smoothed my hair with trembling hands, glanced once toward the empty staircase, and forced my feet to move, each step heavier than the last, like walking toward something I already knew would break me.
I reached the door, drew one unsteady breath, and pulled it open.
Standing there after ten years, and somehow exactly the same, was Miguel Hawkins.