The night I found the baby, the air was heavy with the scent of rain and asphalt,...
Not when he first stepped through the doorway holding a small plastic bag with everything he owned....
The first sound Elías Bracamontes heard each morning was not an alarm—it was the creaking of his...
The mansion stood in perfect silence beneath the fading light of dusk, its tall windows reflecting the...
The morning he left, the sky was pale and restless, as if the world itself sensed the...
It had been nearly fifteen years since Thomas had last seen his parents. As a boy, he...
It was a Monday morning, the kind of crisp, early autumn day when the air carries a...
It was a cold, rainy afternoon in the bustling city, where umbrellas bobbed up and down the...
It was a crisp morning in the remote forests of the Carpathian Mountains, where the scent of...
It was a bright and clear morning over the Pacific Ocean, the kind of morning that pilots...
