From the corner of my eye, I see the woman from the souvenir stand slowly approach, her hands raised, the bangles on her wrist clinking. “Hey, Una. What’s going on over here?” A siren wails in the distance. The humans have called their enforcers. I’m not going to be able to come back. Everything I’ve worked for—everything—is busted and broken. A tear dribbles down my cheek.
