The rain in Guadalajara beat heavily against the corrugated tin roof of my small, rented room as I sat staring at the cream-colored envelope. My name, Diego, was scrawled across the front in shaky, deliberate cursive—Carmen’s handwriting, unmistakable despite its tremor.
Chapter 1 - The Weight of the Envelope The rain in Guadalajara beat heavily against the corrugated tin roof of my small, rented room as I sat staring at the cream-colored envelope. My name, Diego, was scrawled across the front in shaky, deliberate cursive—Carmen’s handwriting, unmistakable despite its tremor.