“Can I ask you something?” “You probably have a lot of questions,” Mayra said. “Where did you go?” The silence that followed was not uncomfortable. I didn’t want to rush her. I focused on the rhythmic crunch of twigs beneath our shoes. The trees seemed to have dropped their leaves just for us, so our feet could land on soft carpet. In the green glass room, there are trees but no leaves. “I disappeared, didn’t I? I didn’t really know what to do with myself after undergrad.
