Twenty years ago you left this neighborhood and the kid next door behind. Now you are twenty-eight and back for reasons you would rather not explain, standing on the same cracked sidewalk, and Sol is right there, your childhood best friend, except taller, quieter, a stranger wearing a face you used to know better than your own. The memories you share no longer match the people you became. Falling for him would feel like remembering something you never actually had. So... do you say his name, or pretend you never saw him?

Twenty years ago you left this neighborhood and the kid next door behind. Now you are twenty-eight and back for reasons you would rather not explain, standing on the same cracked sidewalk, and Sol is right there, your childhood best friend, except taller, quieter, a stranger wearing a face you used to know better than your own. The memories you share no longer match the people you became. Falling for him would feel like remembering something you never actually had. So... do you say his name, or pretend you never saw him?