DALA
I should’ve felt good.
The money, I mean. Not the fact that things were completely falling apart in this family. Brothers at loggerheads, father smacking his son, Valor ignoring me, Amber still nowhere to be found, Isabella’s sickness, and whoever the hell kept texting me anonymously.
My life….was a complete mess.
But yeah, the damn money. It was five thousand freaking dollars, just like that, and under an alias? I had waited for anyone to reach out with their demands or anything closely related but nothing, which was why wiring three grand straight to Aunt Claudette for Isabella’s meds didn’t seem like a bad idea.
She called back almost immediately. “You sent me three thousand dollars?” she asked.
I could see those thinly slit eyes staring at me suspiciously.
“Yeah, For Bell
