While Huitzilopochtli was gone, Mary felt weak in her limbs. What had she agreed to? Could she do this?
She made her way to the room of the building that had once been hers, but it was empty now. In the corner were her boxes of things that had never been sent on and she went over to them now, opening one of the lids and looking through it. Her hand fell on one of her dresses, sky blue and soft. A dress she had always thought of as Huitzilopochtli's.
So in that empty room she drew off everything she wore and slipped into that dress instead, pulling her hair out of the ponytail and leaving her feet bare. It felt right to shed the clothes she'd worn here.
In that same box she found both the necklace and earrings he had once given her. Those she put on as well and took a few deep breaths with her eyes closed.
Then she returned to the room Huitzilopochtli had left her in and waited silently, eyes cast down as she considered this choice. When Huitzilopochtli returned Mary found she barely recognised him.
All she could do was watch him now, her breath heavy and anxious.