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?”…

chaos, the flashing red and blue lights, and the screaming of the arrested captors, Milagros maintained her death grip on my jacket. She buried her face in my collarbone and whispered, her breath hot against my skin.

“Did my genuine mother finally arrive?”

I looked down at the crumpled, tearing missing person’s poster I had somehow managed to keep crushed continue reading …