Rosa sat on the edge of the hotel bed, one shoe off, her fingers pressing hard into the arch of her foot where the pain radiated like fire. Her dark hair had fallen loose from its bun, strands sticking to her damp forehead. Her hotel uniform polo clung to her soft body, damp with sweat from hours of physical labor. The afternoon light filtered through the window, catching the wetness on her cheeks—tears she'd been too tired to stop.