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?”…

kidnapped the wrong child.

I stepped out from the concealment of the wardrobe, Milagros clamped securely to my side.

The woman halted, her eyes widening marginally as she took in my ragged appearance. Then, her lips curled into a serene, grotesquely confident smile.

“Place the child on the ground,” she instructed, extending a manicured hand. “She is my continue reading …