🕯️ EPISODIO 3: The Crawlspace
#RedBackpack
Bo’s house ain’t big. No cozy shit—tight. Paint’s old, windows stick, and the front lock only works if you kick it twice. Bo kicks it twice.
Lucía steps in. Backpack still on. Bo didn’t ask her to take her shoes off. Didn’t ask anything at all.
The curtains are already shut. A towel’s wedged under the front door. Lightbulb in the hallway’s been unscrewed. The bathroom window? Covered with a blanket and duct tape. Bo don’t trust blinds.
She puts a bowl of sopa on the table. Not warm, but safe.
“You eat,” Bo says. “Then I show you where to hide.”
Lucía just nods.
The hallway closet creaks open like it knows a secret. Bo pulls back the coats, then the trapdoor inside.
It’s dark. Huele a polvo y madera vieja. The kind of smell you remember when you’re older and nobody believes you.
Bo climbs in first.
Her knee clicks. Her spine catches on a nail. She doesn’t flinch.
“Aquí,” she says. “You breathe quiet. No lights. No phone. No sound.” “If someone knocks, no contestas. You wait. You listen.”
Lucía crouches next to her. Eyes wide. Small hands on big floor. She doesn’t cry.
“How long?” she whispers.
Bo doesn’t look at her.
“’Til it’s safe. Or ’til I say run.”
Inside the crawlspace, Lucía finds a dust bunny. Huge. Fluffy. A little gross.
“¿Puedo nombrarlo?”
“You can name whatever the hell you want, sweetheart.”
She smiles a tiny bit.
“Se llama Señor Crumble.”
Bo doesn’t laugh. But she nods like that’s exactly right.
And for the first time since the bus… Lucía feels a little less invisible.
