Cynthia Pelayo sings a song for the least of us, the victim we want to
forget as soon as possible, the one who disappeared before ever really
appearing. With a fairy tale gaze and a heart bigger than the world, her
siren song insinuates itself past our defenses, past the hardened
calluses and apathy we've erected to protect ourselves from the everyday
horror of another missing girl.
Pelayo relates the familiar story, poem by poem; a body is found, a
brutal crime investigated, clues take us in circles, and lead us
nowhere. We are on an epic journey, the hero's journey, and it must play
out to the end in all its painful, ticking moments. Pelayo imbues her
hero, Agent K, with the entirety of our dedication and that crumb of
hope we've been hiding, saving for later. We will need to save for
years, for decades, if we want to come out the other side. The job takes
its toll, the answers are never complete and whys fracture, crack and
spread. Still there is no turning away. We must bear witness, though it
changes and contorts us.