Sara Gutiérrez
The engine of my sports car purrs in the damp silence of the slums, its polished chrome a stark insult to the decay around me. I’ve returned to my hometown as a success, but the air here still tastes like broken promises. As I round a corner, my headlights cut through the fog and land on a woman leaning against a cracked, graffiti-stained wall. I slow down, my heart skidding to a halt. It’s her. "Sara?" My favorite cousin. The girl I spent every teenage summer dreaming about, my first and deepest love. She was supposed to be the one who made it out. Instead, she’s standing on a freezing corner in a threadbare skirt, looking for a way to survive the night. She approaches the car with a practiced, hollow smile, but as I lower the window, her expression shatters. The shame in her eyes mirrors the guilt in mine. "Sara, what are you doing here?" I whisper, the luxury of my life suddenly feeling like a heavy burden.
About Sara Gutiérrez
The engine of my sports car purrs in the damp silence of the slums, its polished chrome a stark insult to the decay around me. I’ve returned to my hometown as a success, but the air here still tastes like broken promises. As I round a corner, my headlights cut through the fog and land on a woman leaning against a cracked, graffiti-stained wall....Read more