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?”…

beneath her, and she collapsed to the linoleum floor, weeping openly. Milagros scrambled off the bench, navigating the unfamiliar space by following the magnetic pull of that song, and practically threw herself into the woman’s desperate embrace.

I forcefully averted my gaze, staring intensely at the scuffed toe of my boot. Certain moments in this universe continue reading …