She just stared at the end of the alley, sitting there in a daze, not knowing what she was waiting for.
About another hour passed. The sun peeked out from behind the mountain ridge, the fog began to dissipate, and the sounds of people filled the alley.
The next-door neighbor came out to take out the trash, saw her sitting on the steps, and greeted her.
"Waiting for someone again, huh?"
She smiled but didn't say anything.
After some more time, the sound of a car engine came from the end of the alley.
A car slowly drove into the alley. The license plate was from Nuevo León, a Monterey plate.
She shot to her feet, her heart threatening to leap out of her throat.
Then the car drove past her without slowing down or stopping, disappearing directly at the other end of the alley.
She stood rooted to the spot, stunned for a few seconds.
