Ana was the sweet and kind girl of Texas, well until the missing report of her sister, Maria Flores, that is. She being who she was was now tough or tried to be and never showed any emotion other than distressed happiness even though she failed at hiding her sadness. She was outside of the van which was now stopped at a gas station as she looked into the horizon in the beating sun of warm Texas summer

Dios mio…she’s alive it’s gonna be okay, she’s gonna be okay Ana.

she said this to herself often as encouragement even though that’s running low now