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?”…

in my left fist during the frantic escape. The word SEARCHING stared back at me in bold, relentless red.

“Yes, little one,” I murmured, stroking her tangled hair. “I strongly suspect she has been desperately searching for you since the very moment you were taken.”

An hour later, the adrenaline had crashed, leaving me shivering and hollow. We were sitting continue reading …