I wasn’t sure how I felt about going to Mexico.

“No,” Aléjandro said. “He wants us to stay with him and mi madre until Silas can be certain our home is safe.”

“Stay with him where? Are they staying in a hotel?”

Aléjandro shook his head. “When he’s in the States, if possible, he prefers to stay on his yacht.”

I tilted my head. “Your parents are on a boat?”

“A big boat,” he said with a scoff. “He keeps it in international ...