For over a decade, Manuel Herrera had navigated school bus 27B through the familiar streets of San Vicente.
He knew every turn, every pothole, and, most importantly, every child who boarded each morning. But for the past two weeks, one detail refused to leave his mind: little Lucía, a seven-year-old, always sat in the same spot—the middle seat on the right and always cried.
At first, he thought it was normal. Children adjust at different paces; maybe she was homesick or simply tired. What troubled him was that Lucía never cried in front of adults only on the bus, curled slightly toward the window, wiping her tears on her sleeve.Continue reading…
