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Chapter 3

Updating time! This will be the last update this year. The story will come back on January 7th, but don’t fret, I will be posting other things meanwhile! Big thanks once again to @brightloveee for her support and help and hand-holding.

Maria looks down at Michaelʼs frame sprawled on her couch. He has his eyes open, and there haven’t been any changes in his breathing patterns ever since Kyle left the office to go grab his things. Maria isnʼt sure whatʼs going on, but sheʼs taking advantage of the situation to think about what has happened and all the things that donʼt really add up.

Michael looks peaceful, almost as though he’s sleeping. She smiles softly at his curls plastered to his forehead, imagining him by her side on a lazy Sunday morning, tracing patterns on her dark skin to wake her up – the moment she was robbed of that rushed morning in Texas not that long ago. Sheʼs surprised by her own yearning for some normalcy among the chaos her life has become; her mother isnʼt improving and sheʼs buried deep in debt after all these years seeking a cure that always seems to slip through her fingers. She desires a hand to hold hers through the pain of daily life, a respite from the despair of watching as her only rock crumbles under the crushing force of an illness no one understands.

Her eyes fall on Michaelʼs left hand. Itʼs so obvious, so evident, that she has to swallow hard around the lump in her throat that has nothing to do with having him unconscious on her couch. His mangled limb has been a gossip thread for so long, passing through all sorts of ideas varying from an accident with the cattle to an angry boyfriend after finding him getting frisky with his girl. Maria has never asked, mainly because it isnʼt hers to know, but mostly because when Michael first showed up with a bandaged hand she had been busy coping with her best friendʼs death.