Lucia was holding Michael's hand as the car turned into her parents' driveway. She looked at the building that she had lived in for as long as she could remember. She was moving out. The next morning at the earliest. She was going to be sleeping in this house one last time. She had said so to Michael because she wanted to talk to her father, Leroy, and Adela at least once before she moved out. She would not be completely cut off from them when she moved into the palace. However, she feared that she would be away from them. She had a feeling she would be too busy for the little moments they had together. She felt Michael squeeze her hand and she looked at him. He was looking at her. She smiled at him.
"Are you okay?" he asked her.
She nodded. She was.
"I am going to miss this place," she said honestly.
"You can come back anytime," he told her, "It's not that far away."
