I came home three hours earlier than expected and found my 68-year-old mother kneeling on the floor, cleaning my mother-in-law’s bathroom. When I helped her stand, I noticed several dark marks around her wrist that looked like someone had held her too tightly.
We rushed downstairs. When we opened the metal door, cold air swept through the passage. Fresh dirt marked the floor. At the far end, I heard another door slam. Someone had escaped. Tomás switched...