Camila
Almost a year later
The piercing whine of alarms ripped me from my sleep. Opening my eyes wide to the darkness of my bedroom, I scanned the corners as my pulse thumped in my veins. Strobing lights flashed beneath the bottom edge of my door, giving my bedroom the eerie feeling of a Halloween haunted house. Yet within, nothing seemed out of place.
My mind scrambled for answers.
Alarms meant intruders.
While other children were told stories of princesses and princes or perhaps adventures with dragon riders, from an early age, our father's stories warned my siblings and me of dangers in the real world. There weren't happily-ever-afters in his tales. His honesty wasn't meant to scare us as much as it was to prepare us.
His affiliation with the Roríguez cartel as a top lieutenant p
