Lisa watched her father by the window, her heart beating a little faster beneath her cool exterior. She wasn’t sure if he believed her or not—and she wasn’t sure how she felt about the whole situation.
The truth was, she had intentionally sold him out to Miguel. She just didn’t expect to feel this strange wave rising in her chest. Was it guilt?
She tried to suppress it. Her father wasn’t innocent. He had stolen from Miguel’s late father—stolen more than money, really—and pushed a chain of events that had ended in tragedy. Two lives lost. Maybe Miguel did deserve justice.
But she also knew… this wasn’t really about Miguel. It was about her.
She wanted her father out of the way.
She was tired of being groomed to smile, to serve, to obey. She was done being paraded around as the perfect
