Natalia
I sat at my dresser in a daze, unsure of how long I’d been brushing my hair and willing my phone to ring. I hadn’t heard from Diego since the warehouse had burned, and my father was making arrangements to get me out of Mexico. Diego had to know how worried I was. And how that anxiety ruled my imagination. If the Maldonados knew about the warehouse, Diego could very well be dead by now.



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