“Mariana,” she said.

“I brought up his wrist.

The one he broke in high school, before I even knew him.

I said the cold front must be making it ache.

And he agreed, he said now and then, like it was nothing.” She swallowed.

“But we weren’t dating when he broke that wrist.

I only heard the story later.

It was Santiago who drove him to the emergency room that night, Santiago who was there.