“Come on, sweet girl. Wake up, it’s time to go.”
“Mama?” the young girl questions on a yawn, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Her mom quickly scoops her up while a loyal friend gathers a quick bag for her.
“That’s enough, Alice. We need to go,” her mom whispers to the other woman. “Where are the boys?”
“Right here, Auntie,” says the eleven-year-old boy as he comes into the room dragging behind a disgruntled five-year-old.
“Diego has the car ready,” Alice adds.
The two women hurry the three kids from the castle-like home. Their steps are careful and silent along the tiled floors as the make their way to the unguarded side door.
“Merda! Sofia, someone is coming,” Alice hisses, jerking to a halt.
“It’s Nic’s favorite girl,” Sofia mutters back, “I can take care of it.” She goes to
