When Rachel sleeps curled across the entire backseat of the
car, she dreams of the tattoo on her fathers arm, the numbers in their
neat row that she has only seen once.
He always wears long sleeves even on hot days, even here in Los
When she sleeps, she goes to that secret place where her father
says her brother and grandparents are waiting for her.
She dreams of her real name, the one that changed when they
moved to this country.
She wakes up when the car stops. Her father gathers her up in
his arms, and she smiles to herself that she is a part of this family that
keeps so many things unseen.
Its like shes special.
Its like she knows where the magician has hidden the