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projects that night. Maria wasn’t waiting out front as she usually was.
    I parked and got out of the car. I started to walk toward her office, which was located near maintenance, on the ground floor. Finally, I began to jog.
    Then I saw Maria coming out the front door, and everything was suddenly right with the night. Her satchel was filled with so much paperwork that she couldn’t get it closed. She had an armful of folders that wouldn’t fit in the bag.
    She still managed to wave and smile when she saw me coming her way. There was almost never anger from her over mistakes I made—like being more than half an hour late to pick her up.
    I didn’t care how corny or old-fashioned it was, but I was excited to see her, and that’s the way it always was with us. My priorities had shifted to Maria and our family first and
then
my job. It felt good to me, the right balance.
    Maria had this excited way of calling out my name. “
Alex! Alex!
” she shouted, and waved one hand as I jogged to meet her in front of the building. A couple of neighborhood gangbangers leaning on the front fence turned our way and got a laugh at our expense.
    “Hey, beautiful,” I called. “Sorry I’m late.”
    “No problem. I was working too. Hey,
Reu-ben!
You jealous, chico?” she called to one of the bangers propped against the fence.
    He laughed and called back, “You wish, Maria. You wish you had me ’stead of him.”
    “Yeah, sure. In your dreams.”
    We kissed—not a big show because we were in front of where she worked, and the bangers were there watching, but enough of a kiss to show we meant it. Then I took her work folders, and we started to the car.
    “Carrying my books,” Maria teased. “That’s so cute, Alex.”
    “I’ll carry
you
if you want me to.”
    “I missed you all day. Even more than usual,” she said, and smiled again. Then she tucked her face into my shoulder. “I love you so much.”
    Maria sagged in my arms first, and then I heard the gunshots. Two distant pops that didn’t sound like much of anything. I never saw the shooter, no sign. I wasn’t even sure which direction the shots had come from.
    Maria whispered, “Oh, Alex,” and then she got quiet and very still. I couldn’t tell if she was breathing.
    Before I realized what was happening, she slid away from me, down onto the sidewalk. I could see that she’d been hit in the chest, or high on her stomach. It was too dark and confusing to tell anything else for certain.
    I tried to shield her, but then I saw a lot of blood pumping from her wound, so I picked her up in my arms and began to run.
    Blood was all over me too. I think I was shouting, but I’m not sure exactly what happened after I realized Maria had been shot, and how bad it looked.
    Close behind me, a couple of the gangbangers were tagging along. One of them was Reuben. Maybe they wanted to help. But I didn’t know if anything could help Maria now. I was afraid she was dead in my arms.

Chapter 15
    ST. ANTHONY’S HOSPITAL wasn’t far away, and I was running as fast as I could with Maria bundled and sagging heavily in my arms. My heart, the rushing blood, created a loud roar in my ears, like being caught under or maybe inside an ocean wave that was about to crash over both of us and drown us on these city streets.
    I was afraid I might trip and fall because my legs were wobbly and weak. But I also knew I couldn’t go down, couldn’t stop running until I was at the ER.
    Maria hadn’t made a sound since she had whispered my name. I was afraid, maybe in shock, and definitely affected by tunnel vision. Everything around me was a fuzzy blur that made the moment seem even more unreal.
    But I was definitely running.
    I reached Independence Avenue and finally saw St. Anthony’s glowing red E MERGENCY R OOM sign less than a block away.
    I had to stop for traffic, which was heavy and moving fast. I began to shout for help. From where I was standing, I could see a clique of hospital