>>18964526Raquel saw the passengers from the last flight cross one by one the arrivals door. Flight 264U Hononolulu - Spaghetti Town. The Latina was holding onto the hope she would make a stop in Hawaii, but she had little hope. It was two hours past midnight. She looked at the passengers with eyes that no longer had hue. Most were heading to the taxi stop, but a couple of them had friends or family waiting for them.
The joy of its faces reminded her of a future that she was in no way part of.
The last passenger left the airport, Raquel waited for fifteen more minutes in front of the door. Defeated, she walked back to her van.
It was no longer summer, and the nights were cold. Raquel entered her van, placed her purse in the passenger seat, and silently started the machine. Down the highway, traffic was at its minimum, despite that, Raquel was driving as slowly as possible. The flash of the streetlights warmed her deadpan face in intervals. In a couple of minutes, she arrived at the Spaghetti Town exit. But she continued forward. The next exit was the kingdom. But she did not change the lane. Raquel knew what she was doing. Once the highway crossed the Oppai River she exited the highway without using an exit and drove inside the forest.