When the bus was empty, Manuel didn’t go to the depot. He walked down the aisle and knelt beside Lucía’s seat.
He reached into the ventilation grille where she had hidden the object. His fingers brushed against a small container.
As he pulled it out into the light of the setting sun, his heart leaped. It wasn’t candy or a toy.
It was a blister pack of pills, partially used. Manuel froze, staring at the pill and putting two and two together.
Manuel sat still, the pack trembling in his palm. Medication — but not the kind he feared.
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