See You on Venus by Victoria Vinuesa

Author:Victoria Vinuesa [Vinuesa, Victoria]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Random House Children's Books
Published: 2023-09-05T00:00:00+00:00

KYLE

It’s been an hour since we left Córdoba, and Mia has been glued to her cell phone trying to get a signal so that she can translate that precious little phrase the gitano said to her. And although I’ve tried to convince her that those women are no fortune tellers, just con artists, she won’t listen. She insists that things happen for a reason, that life gives us signs and that it’s our duty to heed them. In that case, I hope this particular sign wakes her up to the fact that I’m more than just a traveling companion.

When I’m with her, all is well, things fall into place, the stars align, or something. There are moments when I manage to forget about everything else, forget my hometown, forget the past, and sometimes I even think I could return to a halfway normal life. But when she turns cold and indifferent on me, like when she said that she can’t wait to be done with this trip, and I remember her hiding the planned trip with Noah from me, I feel lost, as if she’d pulled the rug out from under me, and I start to sink. I get that she wants to track down her mother; that’s understandable. What I don’t understand is why she insists so much on wanting to free me, which sounds more like she wants to be free of me. I just don’t get it. We’ve been having a great time, we get along, we laugh together. To be honest, I would give anything for her not to locate her mother just yet, for her real mother to be the very last one on the list, which would give me that much more time to be with her. But what if it’s the very next one? Would she call off the trip and send me packing like a lowly hired driver who’s served his purpose?

I haven’t even asked her what she plans to do once she does meet this woman, and I’m not sure I want to know—I’m not sure I could take it. It’s all so confusing. There are moments when I think she’s not indifferent to me in the least, when I could swear she feels the same way I do, but then, as if on cue, she says or does something that tells me she couldn’t care less about me, at least in that way.

“Finally!” she says. “I’ve got a signal.” She hastily types something into her phone. “Okay, I found it. Let’s see, here it says: ‘A broken heart can only be cured by being the source.’ ” She looks at me and frowns. “By being the source? What do you think she meant by that?” I shrug. “It doesn’t make sense….” She takes her diary out of her backpack. “The source of what?” She writes down the phrase in her diary and looks off into the distance, pensive.

“Next time you might want to ask life to send you something a little less cryptic,” I suggest.

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