The mansion's lights are on, the mangoes on the counter are fresh, and every calendar in the house insists it is next year. On the study wall hangs a yellowed newspaper announcing the disappearance of the pilot who just walked through the door.
Part 1 of 2 in The Island of Next Year
El compás dio dos vueltas completas y se quedó apuntando a ninguna parte. «Ahora no», murmuró Nayeli, golpeando el panel con los nudillos. «Ahora no, mi amor».
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