LEENA
“Is… everything okay?” Bethany asks from behind me, pulling me out of my thoughts.
I sigh, and then nod. “Dad is dead, or at least that’s what Mom thinks.”
She gasps, her hand flying to her mouth. “I’m so sorry, what happened?”
“She stabbed him, but she doesn’t know for sure if he’s dead,” I say flatly and she frowns.
“Weird question,” she says. “Why don’t you seem saddened by that information?”
“Let’s just say, the old man deserves to die,” I reply. “What will sadden me is news that he’s not dead.”
“Wow!” she whispers under her breath and turns to walk back into the house. “We’re taking the girl to Nikko’s house, she’s not safe here all by herself.”
“Nikko will take her back to Mexico?” I ask.
Bethany nods. “Yes, tomorrow.”
The young girl is standing in the living room whe
