I stare down at the sunken patch of earth with awful dread. Caring hands take hold of the little girl, lifting her out of the dirt and debris, cradling her gently. A woman old enough to be her abuelita, one fist clutching a rosary, closes the child's eyes. Her tears wash runnels through the caked mud on her granddaughter's face as she gives her one final kiss. When an underground safe house collapses in Santa Carina...