They handed me over without hesitation.
No excuses. No embarrassment. Not a single word that sounded like love. They traded me the way people trade livestock at a rural fair—cheaply, quickly, for a fistful of wrinkled bills my so-called father counted with shaking hands and greedy eyes.
My name is María López, and I was seventeen years old when it happened.
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