The next morning was hectic. Antonio and I said our goodbyes. I told Auntie I will call her when we land. They informed me I can not. I can't call them until all of this is over. They will contact me.
Leaving was one thing, but no contact. How am I going to do this? No one has told me where I am even going.
We loaded up on the private Jet and headed to who knows where. "Antonio, How do we know we won't be found or followed?" I asked.
"We are flying into New York. Then we will be taking a regular flight to Houston Texas. I have a place there that my family owns."
"Your family owns a place in Houston? You never really talk about your family. Can I ask why?"
"I am not close with my family. Not like you and your family. Mine are... Different."
I could tell he didn't want to talk abou
