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?”…

melody. She was entirely unremarkable at first glance, perhaps in her mid-thirties, possessing a harsh, heavily manicured beauty. Her hair was perfectly sprayed into submission, and her crimson acrylic nails clicked rhythmically against the glowing screen of her smartphone. She balanced two premium shopping bags on her arm, bringing with her a wave continue reading …