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?”…

my mind drifts back to that suffocatingly dark house in Coyoacán. The bypassed security cameras. The heavy, wrought-iron gate. The terrified child tethered to a chair in the gloom. And that single word, SEARCHING, burning in crimson ink.

I had breached those walls desperately searching for something meaningless to steal.

Instead, I managed to uncover continue reading …