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?”…

driving my shoulder into the swinging kitchen door, crashing through it with Milagros clinging desperately to my neck. A jagged splinter of wood tore through my sleeve, carving a line of white-hot agony across my deltoid, but I refused to break my stride. Behind us, the woman’s furious shrieks echoed into the night, screaming for someone named Raúl.continue reading …