Thirty
Wednesday, March 24, 2:34 A.M. CST
Coxen Hole
Romina scurried to Eva’s room. “Jesus, me ayuda.”
Her daughter was having a terrible nightmare. Though clearly still asleep, Eva was sitting upright in bed, staring at nothing and uttering seemingly random words. Papi. Devilfish. Soledad. Spear. But Romina knew these words weren’t random. Eva’s brain was projecting a scene of terror into the empty space before her.
Romina stroked her daughter’s hair. “Eva, Eva, wake up. Hija. Please wake up now.”
Eva came awake with a start, swatting at Romina’s hand. Eva looked around frantically, then her gaze settled on her mother’s face. “Mamá, I’m sorry.”
“There is no need to be sorry. Go wash your face and meet me in the living room. I’m going to make you some té de manzanilla. But be quiet.
