We wait for them to move away, and before I take my hand from her mouth, I repeat the need for silence.
“If we make any sound, you will never see your grandmother again. Remember that, okay?” She nods. “Now let’s go.”
We walk for four blocks, hidden among trees and bushes, while I support her every time I feel her body wanting to give in. Before the fifth block, at the corner, one of the men appears on a motorcycle. Her disappearance has been noticed, and they are searching.
“Found the girl,” the man mocks, spotting us after shining a flashlight over the flowerbeds. He will call all the others, and if they are on motorcycles, they will arrive quickly. I can fight them, but if they are armed, I won’t have much success protecting her.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the boss’s daughter br
