Miguel’s POV.

“Miguel.” Nora burst through the open door of my guest bedroom.

Her hair was slicked back again in a low bun, and there was no evidence of anything we had done mere hours ago. But that’s what our life together had been like for the last year. We thrived inside these four walls. Able to be honest with one another, with us. But outside we were reduced to merely existing. Lying to everyone, including ourselves.

“Nora.”

“The night of ...