“Are you boys okay?” Our mother asked, the moment we entered the castle-style house, that was going to take a while for me to get used to. My mother was beautiful, elegant and spoke with a Costa Rican accent. Her skin was the same color as Dom’s and our sister Lara and when she spoke, people listened. When I met her earlier, I thought she was an angel, then when she hugged me, I felt as if all the worries I had melted away. It was completely different than how I felt when I met my father.
“Yes, mother, we’re fine. Where’s father?” Dom asked, nonchalantly.
“In his den,” she responded.
“Come on Liam, we don’t want to keep him wanting,” Dom said, making it sound as if we were marching to our doom.
“Right,” I said, with a sigh, then followed my brother towards our father’s den, feeling as
