Camila

With my pulse racing, I ignored the weary stares of my parents, hit the green icon, and lifted my backpack from the floor. In the few minutes since I’d lain it down, the bag had tripled in weight. Maybe it was the heaviness of my future that I was feeling. “Cat, espere por favor,” I said, keeping my eyes downcast and making my way out of Papá’s office.

Rushing past Sergio, I sprinted toward my bedroom. The home where I’d lived all my life was but a blur. Once ...