For Three Months, A Strange, Rotting Smell Haunted My Nights—It Clung To The Bed, The Sheets… And Always To The Spot Where Miguel Slept

intentional.

I opened another envelope.

Inside were photos.

Children.

Thin, wearing old clothes, standing in front of a small building that looked like a school. On the back, there were words written clearly:

San Pedro Community School – Cebu.

Confusion replaced fear.

Nothing made sense anymore.

Then I found the letter.

It was addressed to me, written in Miguel’s continue reading …