I saw my daughter begging in the street while carrying her baby…
PART 2: THE RECKONING The silence inside the car was suffocating, heavy with the stench of cheap metal coins, sweat, and the faint, heartbreaking smell of baby formula. The air conditioner hummed, fighting against the oppressive heat of the afternoon, blowing cold air onto Sofía’s dirt-streaked face. She didn’t look at me. She just kept…