I broke into a house in Coyoacán to steal, but found a blind girl tied to a chair. She whispered, “Did my mom come back to sell me again?” I decided to steal her back instead. As we reached the front door, heavy footsteps echoed from the dark hallway, and a voice growled, “Who is in there?”…

a different resonance. They sound sharp.”

I found myself entirely bereft of a retort. The air grew heavy, thick with an unspoken sorrow. Why is she sitting in the dark? I thought, my gaze drifting downward.

It was then I noticed the frayed nylon rope, biting cruelly into the delicate skin of her left wrist, tethering her to the heavy leg of the chair.continue reading …