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?”…

room couch.

“Well,” the detective finally rumbled, a faint smile touching his worn features. “Tonight, it appears you successfully stole her back.”

I was not indicted for the break-in.

However, the trajectory of my existence fundamentally altered course. I never returned to the shadows, nor to the desperate hustle of the streets.

Two weeks following the continue reading …