My mother-in-law and sister-in-law loaded a cart with luxury items and “forgot” their wallets—so I left them at the register with the bill and made one call that changed everything

turned around, and walked toward the exit.

— Renata! — Marisol called out. — What are you doing?

I didn’t answer.

The automatic doors opened and the warm street air hit my face.

Outside, Mexico City continued as though nothing had happened: cars, horns, people with shopping bags, vendors on the corner.

I raised my hand and flagged down a taxi.

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