I didn’t sleep that night.

Even though my body was tired, my mind refused to stop running from every thought. Every small thing from the Rosario deal replayed in my head, Charles’s forced smile, the lean guy’s sharp and mocking words, even Jeremy’s almost half smile. It all sat heavy in my chest.

I missed Papa. How I wished, he was here, and everything was fine. A tear skipped down my eye, though I forced myself not to cry.

By morning, I had read the same sentence in my file ten times ...