The discovery and the proposal
I should have checked the license plate. That’s the detail that haunts me the most when I think about what happened.
Two consecutive shifts at the cafeteria, three final exams in my degree, four hours of sleep in two days. She functioned on autopilot, fueled by willpower and liters of cheap coffee.
When I saw the black car in front of the UNAM library at 11:00 p.m., I thought it was my Uber.
It was black. It was parked. I was exhausted.
I opened the back door and walked in as if I were coming home.
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