Rodrigo stares at me with a horrified expression, and it’s not until I start to step past him that he speaks. “Are you okay?” It’s a dumb question. And the look on his face says that he knows it too. But it’s nice of him to ask. Only I can’t think of a single word to say, so I just lift my shoulders before letting them fall. I’m not okay. I’m not fine. More tears fall from my eyes.
