“We are very sorry, but the detainee was prohibited for any visitors.” The voice I heard over my earpiece.
I let out a silent sigh. We paid someone to visit the Jail to check for Ana, and it was the third attempt of failure.
Today was the funeral. All were crying. Everyone wore white, and the flowers touched the same color. Blaire’s voice was deteriorating my eardrums. She was like a broken speaker— loud and cracking. While Trinidad, Auntie Clarine, and Auntie Claudia were all silent.
“This option won’t work to get Ana, Ma’am.”
“I will find ways. Thanks, Biboy.” Using my fingertip I fixed my aviator and turned around from the scene. I got stunned at the woman who blocked my path.
“I’m Ana’s mother. Can I talk to you?”
I looked around to check if someone saw us wh
