When you were a little girl, your family moved here from Mexico City, and you were terribly homesick. Nobody seemed to notice. Except Raphael. And whenever you were feeling down, he’d sneak you up to the roof and point at all the stars. And he said– They’re the same stars in Mexico. But then he ran away. He never said goodbye. No, he did. Remember? The night he left, he came to your room, and gave you one last hug.
























