The evening air brushed through Santiago’s hair as he leaned against his car. He couldn’t stop doing two things: glancing at his wristwatch and tilting his head anytime the gate creaked.

He had texted Nina several times, but she didn’t reply and the one time she replied, she told him to leave because she didn’t want to talk to him.

“I told you to leave,” he heard a voice behind him.

He turned immediately. He recognized the voice to be that of Nina, only that she wasn’t standing ...