“What are you saying, Salvador? That I’m, like, dissolved caterpillar snot?” He rolled his eyes. “No, Coyote. I’m saying that life is a mess sometimes. That you’re a mess sometimes. But … but that you had your wings all along.” He gave my shoulders a squeeze. “You have to get through the mess to find ’em, maybe. But you had ’em all along, Coyote.”
