I woke up screaming, still thinking I was in the dream. I never imagined I'd be having nightmares of my own sister.
Miguel barged through the door, "Alana! What's wrong?!"
"Sorry, I just had a bad dream."
"I was just about to wake you up. We have to get to San Francisco asap!"
"Why?"
"According to my source, Mr. Diaz, has been sending large amounts of money to an offshore account in the Caribbean."
"That explains why she's still able to hide."
Miguel quickly drove me home, to pack a bag.
The moment I walked through the door, Mila, my mom and Zara were waiting for me.
Mila walked around me in circles, poking my chest, "Hmm, I see Miguel dropped you off you naughty girl."
My mom came to hug me, "I really hope you had fun, Lala."
"Lots of fun," Zara giggled.
"Guys, can we talk la
