When I awakened, Aléjandro’s side of the bed was cool. His lingering scent of bodywash and shampoo emanated from his pillow. Inhaling his scent, I smiled at the memory of him telling me about the apartment building. I liked seeing and hearing his happiness about something he’d done, something he used to think of as unimportant. I had no doubt that to the workers at Wanderland, this would be a monumental step.

After retrieving my nightgown from the floor and my panties lost ...