The building bore her name… and she feared the worst.

Lucía, in her school uniform, hugged her, holding a crooked drawing that said: “I love you, Mom.”

She put that photo at the bottom of her suitcase, as if it were a spare heart.

During the car ride, Alicia didn’t ask any more questions.

She looked out the window to hide her tears.

But when he recognized the avenue that led to the area of ​​private residences continue reading …