Miguel Crespo's forehead tightened as he imagined his son's fate. The tiny boy was sitting up in a dingy crib, crying for his mommy and daddy. Outside the room he could hear the sound of people talking, enjoying themselves, while his son sat heartbroken in his little wooden prison. Miguel felt as if a dagger had been plunged into his chest. In every person's life, there comes a time when they have to answer some life-altering questions,...