Liliana nodded, her eyes wide with trust and hope. “My tummy really hurts,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Keeping her calm, López gently asked if he could come inside. Liliana stepped aside, letting him into the small, dimly lit living room. The television flickered with the colorful images of Mexican cartoons, a stark contrast to the somber atmosphere.

As López entered, he was careful to observe his surroundings. The house was tidy, yet there was an air of neglect, particularly in the faded wallpaper and worn-out furniture. He couldn’t help but wonder about the lives lived within these walls.