“One night, a strange being entered through the window and threw itself on top of me; it was like the devil. I resisted, but his heat was immense. The following day and without [my] having said anything, at the table my grandmother said to me, ‘Remedios, what has happened to you? Your hair is burned.’”
We were surrounded. Surrounded by wolves. You could hear nothing but the distant compressor purring. My fight-or-flight brain started to cycle through half-remembered narco-cartel horror stories.
Julio gave me that look, it was time to go. As we started gathering ourselves, the motorcyclist in red got off his bike and walked toward us. I looked over toward our driver. He was already inside the SUV. I felt my right leg take a step back. My legs always give me away.