Redsand Canyon yo soy la mala

poison opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted. what is your family’s name, novia? the guard asked. she couldn’t tell if he meant their supposed prénoms, or if the question was more pointed, more direct — who are you pretending to be? he might have asked.

yanín inhaled deeply, using the momentary silence to collect her thoughts. if this dappled man was one of theirs, then it still wouldn’t have mattered; she didn’t know him, so how could he have known her? no; it was better to continue her charade, rather than risking a bit of fun over pointless paranoia.

she turned back to the woman and dipped her head, a gesture of respect. maria, a girl, and her son dio. yanín logged these names, should she have to recover them later, my name is valeria.