Mother and Camila entered my bedroom accompanied by a symphony of voices I didn’t recognize. Tiredly, I peeked out from between my barely open eyes. After last night’s snack, I was able to sleep without the bombardment of terrible thoughts…including my thigh holster and a possible red wedding.

“Catalina,” Mama nearly shouted. “You should be awake and showered by now.”

Pushing the covers back on the bed, I sat on the edge of the mattress as more ...