“Or Canela took it,” Lupita said quietly.
Miguel stared at her.
“She dragged six newborn puppies across the highway,” Lupita continued. “Maybe she dragged that bracelet for a reason too.”
Outside, a neighbor’s television laughed through the wall, loud and ordinary, as if the world had not shifted inside apartment 3B.
Then came three hard knocks at the door.
Miguel and Lupita froze.
Canela stood so fast the box scraped the tile, and one puppy cried from the sudden movement.
“Miguel,” Lupita whispered.
