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?”…

man named Raúl swung the pipe down with a terrifying, whistling force. I twisted violently, shielding Milagros with my torso, bracing for the bone-shattering impact.

But the blow never connected.

Blinding, halogen headlights suddenly erupted from the mouth of the alley, flooding the narrow space in a blinding wash of white. A heavy municipal police truck continue reading …