I shouldn’t be here. I should walk away from this.

That was the first thing I thought as I sat on my bike across the street and watched Gabriel drop Carlota at her house. I didn’t even know why I came out of the house to look. I told myself it wasn’t my business. I told myself I didn’t care. But there I was, watching them like some kind of idiot.

Gabriel leaned a little closer to her before she went inside, and something in my heart twisted. I hate this feeling. I hate that I ...