Everything looked better in the morning or so the song said. But it was completely the opposite in the house of Julianna Alvarez; everything looked worse. Last night had been like a turning point, a small crack in the wall that showed what the nearest future looked like for Juliannna and her mother in the hands of her father, Rojo.
All through the rest of the night, she had nothing but nightmares interspersed with pain from her ankle. She had twisted her ankle when her father had pushed her and she fell while her mother had an ugly bruise on one side of her leg where it had hit one of the chairs. Only her father was unscathed.
There was no ice in their fridge, so Julianna had to wake up early to go ask one of their neighbors before they left for work or wherever it was people left for in
