Yours, Mateo
“You didn’t give me a choice,” she said. “You made that decision for me.” See You in Montevideo
They sat in silence as the night settled over Montevideo, the river lapping against the shore, the city humming its quiet evening song. And for the first time in fifteen years, Elena Márquez felt something she had thought she would never feel again. Yours, Mateo “You didn’t give me a choice,” she said
“No,” she said, and her voice cracked. “You can’t. You weren’t there. You left. You just—left.” the river lapping against the shore
He squeezed her hand. She squeezed back.
“I didn’t think you would,” he said quietly. “I hoped. But I didn’t think.”