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?”…

into the darkness, her voice breaking. “Do not permit her to take me away again.”

From the front of the house, the metallic scrape of a key sliding into the deadbolt echoed through the corridor. The lock began its slow, deliberate turn.

Chapter 2: The Facade and the Discovery

I didn’t think; I merely reacted. I scooped Milagros’s feather-light frame into continue reading …