Manuel García never imagined that, at sixty-two, after retiring as a mechanic in a garage in Vallecas, he would end up driving a school bus along the quiet backroads of a town on the outskirts of Seville.
The job provided him with a much-needed routine after his wife’s passing, and most days passed uneventfully amidst children’s laughter and shouts.
However, two weeks into the school year, Manuel noticed a new passenger: Lucía, a shy, always solitary fourteen-year-old girl, who sat right behind him.
At first, Manuel thought it was simply her adjusting to a new school. But he soon observed a disturbing pattern.
Every afternoon, as the bus emptied, Lucía would cry silently, frantically wiping away her tears before reaching her stop.
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