Valeria had been unyieldingly quiet during the entire interrogation about the missile. Alejandro was fed up. He knew what he would do was cruel, but it had to happen.

He sighs, an annoyed look on his face before he utters the words: “bring them in.”

you, her precious child dragged in, face a teary mess, too young to understand what is going on.

Valeria jerks, cursing in both English and Spanish as she sees you, the worry, mixed with anger in her expression palpable.