“Don Ernesto, please,” she said. “Give us until morning. They won’t survive outside.”
“That’s not my problem.”
The sentence landed flatly, without cruelty in the voice, which is that anyway made it worse.
Miguel felt Lupita’s eyes on him, but I have kept looking at the landlord’s keys.
There were three options in front of him, and none of them felt clean.
If he argued, they could lose the apartment completely.
If I obeyed, Cinnamon and the puppies could d! E before dawn.
If you call someone officer, the bracelet could become something bigger than all of them.
“Give me two hours,” Miguel said.
Don Ernesto laughed once, without humor.
“For what? To make another excuse?”
“To find a safe place,” Miguel said. “For the dog. To all of them.”
Don Ernesto looked at Lupita, the puppy hiding in his sweater, and something tired crossed his face.
