The Baby Was Only Twenty-Seven Days Old. By Sunset, Everyone Who Betrayed Him Would Be Begging for Mercy.
The Arizona sun felt merciless, turning the pavement into a wavering sheet of fire. But the heat wasn’t the thing that nearly shattered me. What almost broke me was the tiny baby sleeping peacefully against my chest—just twenty-seven days old—while I dragged a broken bicycle down a Scottsdale sidewalk because the people who were supposed to…
