NEXT DAY

Alecia stood outside the small corner cafe, watching as the sun reflected off the dusty windows. It was mid-morning, and the street was mostly quiet except for the occasional couple strolling past or the hum of a delivery truck pulling away. The photograph she'd printed was folded once in her hand, fingers curling around the crease like it might disappear if she let go.

She hadn’t seen Roberto since the day of his release, and she didn't know if she should feel sad or happy about ...