Michelle
I collapsed on my bed as soon as I got to my room, burying my nose in my pillow. I groaned a few times, thankful that I had finally put the young girl down to rest. My arms ached so badly from carrying her the entire way from the hospital to her bed. I had half-expected the hulking man called Roberto to help, but he simply looked at me and then at the girl as if he was afraid of the barely five-year-old. All that was left was for me to thrust her into his arms and watch him run for the hills. My eyes closed as the image of the gentle giant running from a little girl filled my mind, and I chuckled to myself.
“Wake up.” I felt my hair being tugged gently by soft hands. “Wake up, Mitchell.”
My eyes snapped open to find myself face-to-face with Esmeralda.
“What did you call me?” I
