At My Husband’s Funeral, My Son Whispered Six Words

held the power to destroy everything… and Diego didn’t yet know that his world was about to crumble.

The Taxi Ride Home

I got into a cab on Avenida Cuauhtémoc. The driver asked me where to. I had to think about it.

The house in Colonia Roma was no longer mine, apparently. Or so the paper said.

“Iztapalapa,” I told him. “My sister’s.”

He nodded and pulled continue reading …