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“Or maybe we should go over basic stuff, like my favorite color, the
movie that makes me cry, or what I’m most afraid of.”
Aaron deflated in his seat.
I opened my mouth, but Aaron cut the air with his hand, stopping me.
“Coral. P.S. I Love You. And snakes or anything that looks remotely like
one.”
Well, that … was one hundred percent correct.
Then, he closed his eyes, shutting off the world. And me.
Rendered speechless, I rested my head on the seat, imitating him, as I told
myself I didn’t want to think about how he had been right. On all of those
three things. But the silence only turned every other thought and worry in my
head louder and louder.
That earlier emotion was back, making me feel squirmy and nervous and
causing me to lose control of the little restraint I usually tried to keep up
around Aaron.
“I just want to make sure everything goes perfectly.” My voice came out
weak. “I’m sorry if I am giving you a headache.”
Aaron must have heard something in my confession even if I wasn’t sure
my words had been loud enough to reach him over the buzz filling the cabin.
His eyes snapped open, and his head turned in my direction. “Why are
you so sure I will mess up?”
That question seemed sincere. And that only made the knot in my chest
grow.
Did he think all I worried about was him failing at remembering my tíaabuela’s
name?
The real impostor was me, not him. “It’s not that.” I shook my head,
unable to find the right words. “I … I want them to believe I am happy.”
“Are you not happy, Catalina?” His gaze searched mine with that
intensity of his that I was slowly starting to believe would eventually expose
all my secrets.
“I guess I am,” I exhaled, sounding more somber than I wanted to give
away. “I think I’m happy. I just want everyone else back at home to believe
that I am. Even if the only way to accomplish that is this way”—I waved my
hand between the two of us—“if you look the part. If we do. Only if everyone
back home believes that I’m not lonely and single because I’m broken.” I
could see him piecing something together, so I filled in the silence. “We need
to make them—all of them—believe that we are deeply, utterly, and