She pauses, fearing she must quickly hide the paper and pen. No one has ever come to her cell this early. The steps stop at a neighboring cell where the familiar voices of two men scoff in anger. A distant perro barks then yaps. The streets have filled with traffic.
Exhaust enters the cell window, along with the noise and clatter of a busy street.
The angry voices stop and the footsteps depart. A message has been delivered. A guard bribed by someone on the outside. There is no one waiting for Hillary, except the orphan boy. She is alone.