My uncle got out of prison, and the whole family shut the door on him—except for my mom, who hugged him as if someone else were to blame.

my arm, torn between fear and some unspoken understanding. “Don’t go.” But her eyes whispered a different story, one that urged me to follow. So, we left without jackets, the night air biting at our skin.

A Journey Through Shadows
Ramiro walked with a purpose, striding through the shadows of our neighborhood as if he were a ghost who knew every crack continue reading …