She was thr0wn out by his family—only for them to realize too late that the house was hers all along.

from reaching the child without witnesses.

“Do you know who I am?” the woman demanded.

“No,” I said. “And that seems to be the problem.”

Her mouth twisted.

“My name is Rebeca Salinas. Sofía is under my care. Her mother left weeks ago. I have papers.”

“Show them.”

“They’re at home.”

“Convenient.”

Her hand moved toward the plastic bag still clutched in Camila’s continue reading …