A pregnant widow welcomes an elderly couple into her home, unaware that a mafia boss is secretly watching their every move.

looked up.

“Who are they?”

“I don’t know yet.”

That same evening, Damián appeared at a grocery store near Marisol’s building. She was at the counter, counting coins. She was fifty-six pesos short of the prenatal milk.

She sighed and removed the tin from her bag.

“Take this off.”

A hand placed a banknote on the counter.

“Charge for everything.”

Marisol turned continue reading …