Ernesto had lost count of how many times he looked over the text from Claudia. It was now ingrained behind his eyelids, etched in his brain. It was his most recent text message from her. It was the location of where she wanted him to go. He stared at it all through his flight, and still had his eyes fleeting over the words as he drove to his destination— as though more details would magically surface on his phone screen.