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.

eyes glimmered with tears that threatened to spill over. “Diego, I didn’t go to prison for stealing money.”

“Then why?” I whispered, the panic bubbling inside me.

Suddenly, a sound came from behind us—a door creaking closed. My uncle killed the light instantly, and darkness engulfed us like a cloak.

“We were followed,” he whispered urgently.

“By who?” continue reading …