HE THOUGHT HE WOULDN’T BE ABLE TO SLEEP, BUT HE DID eventually. He woke up on the couch, early in the morning, and he could hear her grandmother speaking loudly and rapidly from down the hall. He got up. Luz’s bedroom door was open. The old woman was in there, talking to the sky, shaking a handwritten note she clenched in her fist. There was another piece of paper folded on the bed with his name written on it, and more words written on the inside. Luz had left in the night.