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The sun sets early in the neglected corridors of Mexico City, casting long, jagged shadows over the vacant lots that border the busy metro lines. In these neighborhoods, the hum of the city is constant, but it often masks a silence that is far more sinister. For seven-year-old Perla, the walk to the local corner store was a journey she had made dozens of times. It was an ordinary errand, a simple request for candy that should have ended with a smile and a sticky wrapper. Instead, it became the catalyst for a national outcry and a chilling reminder of the fragility of life in a society where security is often a luxury afforded only to the few.
