Isabella

I tried to keep calm as Horace and José drove Liliana and me to the apartments. No matter how much Mia told me about my new job, the reality was terrifying. A sheltered life doesn’t prepare someone to work with whores. Smoothing my slacks, I rubbed away the moisture from my palms.

As we drove, the scenery around us changed. There was no longer the opulence of Mia’s neighborhood and no more gated homes. Houses became smaller and manicured lawns were replaced with ...