At first, we thought maybe we were in the opening scene of a Law and Order episode, one of the versions where a dead body is found by some unsuspecting passersby in the opening minutes. But she was still breathing.
And, by the time we’d eaten, she had disappeared from the lawn outside the taqueria, but not from the pit of our stomachs, the place that aches when something is long lost or too broken.
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