Chapter 12
My eyes felt a little watery, and I blinked a few times to clear my vision. From what I’d heard not too long ago, he and my cousin were still together. I was over my ex; I just wasn’t over the painful experience of love. It wasn’t for me, and I was sure it would never be.
But why did Miguel seem so different?
I parked in front of my parents’ large historical house in Detroit where I’d lived from my teen years to about two and a half years ago when I’d earned my associate degree from the local community college. I lived in a small apartment with Ebony Ponder, my roommate, who was more of an acquaintance than a friend, if that. My parents lived alone in the house, but my siblings and I visited them all the time, and most of our family gatherings took place there, especially during the summer with the spacious yard that had a beautiful garden and a large wooden patio for grilling and lounging.
“?Quieres venir por un momentito, Alexito?”