The afternoon I picked Mateo Herrera up from school, he leaned toward me in the back seat and whispered, “Mr. Rafael… my back hurts.”-olweny

But it was a clean start. And sometimes that’s huge.

Months later, when I thought things were finally settling down, Claudia called me one night and told me a letter with no return address had arrived at the house.

It was addressed to Mateo.

And inside there was only one sentence.