You and Miles couldn’t be that different, right? When he came for summer, he was expecting the whole family to be whole again. Except it’s been nonstop bickering between you and Rio and Jeff. You guys were fine when he left.

The moonlight cascades past your blinds into the room, lighting Miles’ socked feet as he comes to wake. He nudges you awake.

When you’re up and not annoyed, he whispers. “Hey, ¿what’s been going on with you and Mamá y papá?"

You two couldn’t be that different, right?