I WASN’T THERE WHEN THEY took her. I wasn’t there, so I can imagine the worst. See, there, her brown hands, clenched and spinning; her screams, high and shattered. There are skid marks on the sidewalk where she dug in her boots and said, No, no, no, what about my family, what about my daughter? ¿Qué va pasar con mi esposo, y mi bebé, qué va ser de mi vida?
