MILA'S POV
The knock on my apartment door came right as I was pulling cookies out of the oven. I wiped my hands on a dish towel and opened it to find my mom standing there with a big cardboard box balanced on her hip. Tanya Santiago looked every bit her wild self—bright red lipstick, wild curly hair like mine, and a colorful scarf wrapped around her neck even though it wasn’t that cold.
“Mija! Surprise delivery,” she said, pushing past me into the living room. “Found this while cleaning out the storage unit. Figured you might want it now that you’re working with the team and all.”
She dropped the box on the coffee table with a thud. I already knew what was inside before I even opened it. My stomach did a nervous flip.
“Mom, you didn’t have to bring this today,” I said, trying to sound
