THEY HAD A GOOD NIGHT, WALKING THE CITY. JONAH KISSED Luz and she kissed him back, there on the street against the brick facade of a building. He felt her opening to it. He felt his hopes coming into focus. He determined that what Luz had been through—the ordeal with the men and the loss of their baby—shouldn’t change what he hoped for, shouldn’t alter his design. He wouldn’t let it. They kissed against the brick until she had to pull away, smiling, saying, Come on, and pulling him toward the apartment. Not here, not yet, she seemed to say, but there will be time. There will, Jonah believed.