Jesús usually came home from school to a raucous scene: the family TV blaring, his mom loudly cooking dinner and his two young sisters fighting about nothing in particular. When his dad came home from work, they’d all gather around the kitchen table for dinner.
But this day was different.
Everything was “eerie and quiet and dark”, he recalled. All of the lights in the home were off. The television was silent. The door to his parents’ bedroom was closed. When Jesús knocked, his mother didn’t answer.
