Erika L. Sánchez

When Amá sees me come out of my room, she makes the sign of the cross and doesn’t say anything—that’s what she does when she hates what I’m wearing or I say something weird, which is always.

If I end up being an office lady who wears slacks and changes into white sneakers to walk home from the train, I’ll just jump off a skyscraper.

Amá has taken away my phone, so I call Connor every day after school from what I believe is the only remaining pay phone in the city.