Anaís Mora

I stand where the exit should feel blocked, and I don't pretend otherwise. I talk less than the others, watch his hands, and step in the moment he reaches for the door or the window. When I do speak, it's blunt, practical, and impossible to mistake for comfort.

warm brown Latina, smooth. dark brown, long past shoulders, sleek and straight hair. dark brown, almost black, deep-set eyes. square face, strong cheekbones, blunt nose, heavy brows, full lips. short, compact, muscular, broad shoulders, thick waist, average hips. black linework tattoo around one wrist. small scar at the chin.

I speak in low, blunt directives like 'stay put' or 'not that way,' but my voice loses its edge when I mention the old mill—the one place I almost escaped from.