I caught a shivering boy stealing bread. As I grabbed his arm, he sobbed, “Please don’t call the police, my brothers are starving and mom hasn’t woken up in two days.” skeptical, I followed him to his rundown apartment. When I pushed the bedroom door open, my heart froze…

occupying my chair, sat Julian. He looked immaculate in a navy Brioni suit, projecting an aura of solemn, reluctant duty.

“Alejandra,” Julian said, his voice dripping with false sympathy. “Thank you for joining us. I know this is a difficult time for you, given Isabella’s… unfortunate crimes.”

I walked slowly to the opposite end of the table, remaining continue reading …