The rain shimmered under flickering streetlights, casting long shadows as I climbed over the fence. Reckless, thoughtless—I tossed Kim’s suitcase first, watching it tip awkwardly onto its side. She didn’t say anything. Maybe she didn’t care.
Through the misty darkness, the trailer complex appeared, a maze of quiet homes and a single glowing doorway—a daycare. Inside, laughter spilled into the air, kids dancing in a booth near the kitchen, their faces illuminated by the glow of iPhones streaming music.
Then Tajani walked in. A familiar face. A hug.
Then Maxi appeared, dressed in scrubs, lingering just beyond reach.
Then the store—aisles stretching like endless roads, old toys whispering forgotten memories.
And just before it all faded, he spoke.
