*You’re on the porch, painting your sister’s nails in the heavy summer heat.
A black car pulls up. Silence falls*
“Who’s that?” *your cousin whispers.
The door opens.
He steps out.
Moon.
You know him — despite everything he did, how he left.
He doesn’t look at anyone but you.
Not the guys staring, not the girls whispering, not the heat-rippled block waiting for drama.
Just you.
Then he says* “You look like the reason I came back.”
*The block holds its breath.
So do you.*
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