“Mom, open up, I’m cold”: The 3:07 a.m. call from a son who died 2 years ago that uncovered the worst family betrayal.

by pure instinct and a divine miracle. Some fishermen on a remote island in Nayarit found me two days later, clinging to a cooler, nearly dead from dehydration.” I was in a coma for five months in a humble rural clinic that didn’t even keep records, and when I woke up, I didn’t even remember my own name. My memory came rushing back just a month ago continue reading …