While we walked back to the parking garage, I edited the selfie I’d taken with Hector. I signed it as best I could and then sent him the picture in a text, chewing on my lip. Immediately, the three dots of reply showed up. Then, disappeared. And then reappeared!

“You good, Manny?” Matthew asked.

“Hm?” I asked, tearing my eyes away from the dots and stuffing the phone back in my pocket. “Yeah, of course.”

“You were staring at your phone something fierce,” ...