It’s been two weeks since Florencia last saw Jesus.
Not many would remember the introverted eight-year-old, but this social worker had a soft spot for him and noticed his absence.
Her curiosity led to a house-call, a visit to a mansion far from the city.
It was unsettling; seemingly uninhibited, barely illuminated by flickering candles.
His uncle claimed the boy was with another relative.
But Florencia found a trail that hinted at something more sinister.
She didn’t realise how on the nose her gut instincts were.
Now he’s going to be feasting on it.