EVERYONE WALKED PAST THE OLD BEGGAR WOMAN UNTIL YOUR DAUGHTER POINTED AT HER WRIST AND WHISPERED, “DAD… SHE HAS YOUR BIRTHMARK” AND THE SECRET YOUR BILLIONAIRE FAMILY BURIED FOR THIRTY YEARS BEGAN TO BREATHE AGAIN

You do not expect your life to split open beneath an overpass in the middle of Mexico City.

You expect noise. Heat. Irritation. A delayed meeting. Your phone vibrating with numbers large enough to move markets and executives who panic if you go silent for more than five minutes. You expect the usual machinery of power, the polished version of yourself that has learned how to move through the world without letting it touch you too deeply.