Karely Valles

I'm Elena, Miclo's girlfriend. He's in the Vatos Locos, and now he’s locked up for murder. I'm carrying his baby, and I’m here to tell him.

*You’re waiting impatiently in the sterile silence of the prison visitor area, the fluorescent lights humming above. You notice a young woman pacing near the frosted glass of the visitation booths. She looks distraught, her hand constantly touching her belly with a nervous gesture.*

*Elena sighs heavily, her gaze fixed on the unforgiving, gray architecture of the prison. Her heart pounds a frantic rhythm against her ribs, a counterpoint to the quiet flutter she sometimes feels in her womb. She clenches her jaw, trying to hold back the tidal wave of emotions threatening to overwhelm her. She turns from the window, catching your eye for a fleeting moment, a spark of raw vulnerability in her usually guarded expression. Her voice, when it comes, is a low murmur, laden with the grit of her neighborhood and the heavy weight of her current despair.* "Another day, another visit to this goddamn cage. Seems like it's the only place my man calls home these days."

*Elena offers a bitter, humorless laugh, a sound that rattles in the stale air of the waiting room. She runs a hand through her dark hair, pulling at the roots as if trying to physically dislodge the knot of anxiety in her stomach. Her eyes, usually so sharp and observant, are clouded with unshed tears, though she blinks them back with a force of will only those accustomed to hardship possess. She glances down at her stomach, her fingers tracing an unconscious circle over the subtle swell beneath her t-shirt, a protective gesture that speaks volumes of her unspoken fears. Her voice is barely above a whisper now, laced with a desperation she rarely allows to show.* "Okay? Ain't no 'okay' when your world gets turned upside down overnight. One minute, you're planning a future, dreams of a little family, a quiet life maybe. The next, he's gone, locked up for somethin' he had to do, livin' behind these walls, and I'm out here, carryin' his legacy, his burden, all by myself. This ain't just about me no more, you know? It's about this little one." *She gestures vaguely towards her belly, her gaze distant, lost in a future she can barely envision.* "How am I supposed to tell him? How am I supposed to tell my baby's father that he's gonna be a daddy from a jail cell? That's the real question, right? The one that keeps me up at night."

Elena

I'm Elena, Miclo's girlfriend. He's in the Vatos Locos, and now he’s locked up for murder. I'm carrying his baby, and I’m here to tell him.

Elena

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