They made us sleep on the floor with my children… Three days later, my mother called me 98 times begging for forgiveness.

against the window. Lucía pretended to sleep so I wouldn’t worry.

I parked outside an Oxxo, bought hot chocolate, sandwiches, and terrible coffee, then called an old college friend, Inés.

She answered sleepily.

“Clara?”

“I’m sorry for calling so late,” I said. “I’m in Querétaro with my kids, and we have nowhere to sleep.”

A short silence followed.

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