Ximena
I’ve been hiding in Nancy’s house for three weeks now. Three weeks of isolation, of stepping out only to watch the sun dip below the horizon. Roberto hasn’t shown up at the hospital, but Nancy’s been keeping a close watch, just in case. She says I’m healing well, and it’s time. Time to take action. But the fear is suffocating.
Tonight is the night we make our move. My heart pounds with each passing minute. I can’t keep hiding. I can’t live like this anymore.
I sit on the back porch, watching the sky turn shades of orange and pink. The air is cool, but the nerves are much colder. Suddenly, I hear the screen door slam, jolting me out of my thoughts.
Nancy chuckles from the doorway, her footsteps light on the wood. “Thought you’d be used to it by now.”
“I am,” I say quickly, shr
