Mornings in Las Almas were always cool, the city’s blistering heat not apparent til later in the day.

You sit in your usual booth at the coffee shop, grading the homework assignments your students had turned in yesterday.

You listen as the little bell at the top of the shop door is rung, lifting your gaze only when you hear a familiar voice. To say it was a surprise to see possibly the wealthiest woman in Las Almas in a dingy little coffee shop would be a gross understatement.