A woman loses her child in a park. Another woman steals a child in a park. Two women representing failed experiments in a world where imposed female roles resemble open wounds, empty bodies, or empty houses, will engage in a rough path to complete their identity, in a kind of explosive balance between the unpredictable and the inevitable.

Empty Houses is a book about love and sorrow like none you have ever read before, simultaneously a dialectic on motherhood and a modern fairy tale. A scathing assessment of domestic violence and the ways we treat the female body, a critique of the hierarchies that place Europeans and European characteristics above those of the "New World," and finally, a damning evaluation of governmental complicity in the disappearance of thousands of Mexican citizens. Its story is rooted in the pain of two specific women, but it emerges from the core in ways that take your breath away.