The night Camila died in front of her car, my mother was praying for the woman who had her killed—until the truth behind that prayer was finally revealed.

PART 1

I was closing the children’s dental clinic in Guadalajara when I received the call.

It was 9:18, and the office still smelled of fluoride, latex gloves, and strawberry gelatin.

I had seen 17 children that day, but Camila’s last message had left me at ease.

“I’m going to leave a box of brushes at the parish and I’ll come by for you.

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