I will not ask her to carry the terrible details, and I will not make her responsible for giving my survival meaning.

She has her own life to live.

I will tell her about her great-grandmother Josephine, whose roses grew in impossible places.

I will tell her about Aunt Renata driving through the night.

I will tell her about Marisol bringing a fresh glass of water without being asked and Deputy Ellis saying my name as if it mattered.

And I will tell her about a voice that came from a phone beneath the soil.

“We have your location.”