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ARIANA'S POV.
I found Miguel behind the house, sitting with his knees raised and his elbows on his knees.
Quietly, I sat next to him, and swallowed. I didn't know how to comfort him. Miguel was rarely angry or hurt. He was just soft on the inside, wanting everyone to be okay.
And he was the one who'd reached out to me first when it felt like my world was crumbling apart. I felt I needed to do something.
"She is beautiful." I said softly, "Your mother is."
"What did you come here to do?" He asked, without looking at me.
"Unfortunately, she's not as strong as you are, and is easily hurt. I could tell by her reaction today that she hasn't gone a day without thinking of you."
"How can you tell that?"
"It's just the shock on her face. It was a different kind of shock. It was such a good thing that she couldn't believe it was true. She was speechless, happy, guilty, sad, and longing to hold you in her arms."