"Papá?" Lucia's voice was groggy. "It's late. Are you okay?"

For ten seconds, the desert was silent.

He had cash in his pocket—folded pesos for emergencies exactly like this—but what good was cash without a way to reach anyone? He remembered the old days, when a stranded traveler could wave down a passing bus or hope for a kind stranger. But the road had been empty for over an hour.

Then: Recarga exitosa. Tu nuevo saldo es de $200 pesos.

He almost wept. The phone signal returned a moment later—full bars. He dialed the only number that mattered.

No signal. No money on his Telcel line. No way to call for help.

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