The screams were drowned out by gunfire. Hours of explosions, smoke, and unanswered calls for help turned Machala’s prison into a slaughterhouse. When tactical units finally burst through the gates, they weren’t rescuers. They were witnesses. Thirty-one inmates dead. Dozens wounded. Families outside, begging for names, clinging to hope, bracing for the cold, metallic truth that their sons, brothers, fathers were alrea… Continues…