… I wanted to have dollars. I hated my life in Guatemala. Luna said.
It was bad?
My husband beat me every day. Ho. He did not beat me. He slapped me across the face. That`s what he did. Slap, slap, slap. All day long. My cheek became a part of his hand.
So you came alone?
Yes, Luna answered. I thought anything was better than that, But I was wrong.
Yes, you were wrong.
Prayers for the Stolen, Jennifer Clement