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?”…
her sightless eyes wide with fresh, unimaginable terror.
I instantly killed the dim glow of my phone’s flashlight. The sprawling house was immediately plunged back into an impenetrable, suffocating blackness. Small, freezing fingers blindly sought and seized the fabric of my worn jacket, clutching with a desperate strength.
