06/08/2026
In the early hours of the morning, my sibling took my credit card and used it to purchase a first-class ticket to Japan to accompany my cousin. My father dismissed my claims until we found the USB drive they had swiped.
At precisely 3:12 a.m., my nightstand began to vibrate as if my phone was trying to tell me something about my future.
Initially, I believed the phone was simply receiving a notification about an alarm I forgot to disable. I was very tired and had just come home from a late night shift. The only light source in my Narvarte apartment was a faint blue hue from the garage below my building.
As soon as I sat up, the phone shook again.
I received a bank notification.
A charge of 73,840 pesos to an international airline.
I sat upright in bed.
Just after, a second bank notification arrived.
51,600 pesos to a high-end boutique at Mexico City International Airport.
Yet again.
29,900 pesos.
I received a bank notification of 12,800 pesos for access to a premium lounge.
I received a bank notification of 9,450 pesos for food.
I received a bank notification for 7,200 pesos for a travel store.
For a brief period of time, it felt like the world stopped. In my own apartment, I heard no refrigerator, no sounds of street traffic, no barking of my neighbor’s dog, and all that existed was my heart racing and my lungs breathing erratically.
That was my credit card.
The one I kept in the second drawer of my desk in my wallet in the back of a black leather notebook where I kept all my client codes.
I jumped out of bed barefoot and ran to my desk drawer.
My wallet was there.
But my credit card was missing.For no apparent reason, I rifled through my bags looking for the missing credit card and each potential slot where it might have been hidden.
My ID card, my Debit Card, my Health Insurance Card, my Old Café Reward Card.
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