Se connecterThat night, José's voice downstairs woke Eilleen from her deep sleep. She quickly grabbed her robe and went downstairs, and even Josh had woken up because of José's loud voice. He was on a phone call, shouting and threatening the person on the other end.“What do you mean my goods are gone?” José roared. “I will kill you and your family if I don't get everything back by tomorrow morning! You are the head of the school and that's why I paid you to keep my goods safe in that school, where no one would suspect anything, and now you've lost it. You had only one job—to keep it safe!”Eilleen knew immediately that José had found out about what happened at the school. His men were standing around him, and her eyes moved toward Mike. He stood there with a stone-cold expression on his face, looking as though he had no idea what had happened to the goods José was talking about. In fact, if she hadn't seen him earlier that day at the school, she would have believed his act, but she knew exactly
The next morning, Eilleen walked into the kitchen and met Mrs. Maya making breakfast.“Good morning, Mrs. Maya,” Eilleen said as she grabbed a coffee mug. She walked toward the coffee machine, which was already steaming.“Good morning, Miss Eilleen,” Mrs. Maya replied.Eilleen poured herself some coffee and sat down quietly. She took a sip, but her mind wasn't on the coffee.It was on the names in José's file.Especially the name Young Adams.She had been thinking about him since the previous night. She placed the mug on the table.“Mrs. Maya, do you have any idea where Adams is?”“Adams?” Mrs. Maya repeated, trying to remember.“Yes. Adams. He was one of José's men. He was very young, but he was also tough. I think he had an ugly scar around his neck.”Mrs. Maya stopped wiping the table and looked at her.“Oh, Adams. I remember him now.”“You do?”“Yes.” She nodded slowly. “He was young and handsome, but he was also very violent. I think he moved to Mexico. I really can't tell, but t
Did you do what I asked?” José asked the moment he walked in. His voice held that familiar sharpness, that commanding tone that always made Eilleen’s stomach tighten.Eilleen let out a tired sigh. “Yes,” she replied quietly.“That’s my girl,” José said with a smirk as he reached for her, patting her head like she was some obedient pet. “You see? It wasn’t that hard.”Eilleen felt disgust rise through her as she watched him through the mirror. She was sitting in front of her vanity, brushing her hair slowly, trying so hard to keep her face neutral. José stepped behind her, lifting her hair and pressing a kiss against her neck.“You see,” he whispered smugly, “you are a Santiago after all.”“No.” She pushed him away instantly. “I’m not.”She stood quickly and went straight into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. Inside, she leaned her forehead against the cool wood and closed her eyes, trying not to cry.José didn’t bother coming after her. She heard the bed creak, then silence.
The drive was a little more than thirty minutes, yet to Eilleen, it felt like an entire hour of suffocating silence. Her fingers tightened around the steering wheel each time she imagined what she was about to do. Every lie she rehearsed sounded worse than the last, but she had no choice—not if she wanted to keep her son safe.When she finally pulled into the quiet compound, her heart thudded painfully. The house was a small, neat bungalow with a garden full of colorful flowers blooming at the front. Hibiscus, roses, lilies—she wasn’t sure—but their beauty made her throat tighten even more. A home this peaceful did not deserve the kind of news she carried in her chest.On the porch, a woman sat with glasses perched on her nose, speaking softly into her phone. Eileen recognized her immediately—Jocelyn’s mother. Seeing her in person felt like being struck in the stomach. She was thinner than Eileen expected, with worry lines around her eyes. A woman who had carried too many burdens for
That evening, Eilleen slept earlier than usual. Her body was exhausted, but her mind carried a heavy weight that refused to rest. Josh had also retired to his room not long after dinner, quietly sketching and drawing.The soft creak of the door stirred her from her sleep. She turned slightly, blinking against the dim light. Jose walked in, the faint scent of his cologne mixing with the sharp smell of alcohol and gun oil. He carried his briefcase, setting it on the table beside the bed. He slipped off his shoes gently and placed them neatly on the shoe rack behind the cupboard.“Where’s Josh?” he asked, his tone flat as he pulled off his shirt.“In his room,” Eilleen murmured, her voice still heavy with sleep.“Okay,” Jose said simply, giving a small nod.He sat on the edge of the bed, scrolling through his phone for a moment. The blue light illuminated his sharp features, his expression unreadable. Then he turned toward her. “I need you to do something for me tomorrow.”Eilleen slowly
As soon as José and his men left, Eilleen slipped quietly into the kitchen. Her hands trembled as she grabbed her phone and typed a quick message to Detective Alvarez:Eilleen: They’re onto you. You need to be careful.It didn’t take long before a reply came.Alvarez: I know they are, but I can take care of myself.She sighed and texted again, Are the men talking yet?Alvarez: They are, but they aren’t saying anything to implicate José yet.Eilleen’s shoulders slumped. She knew this would be difficult. José’s men were fiercely loyal to him, bound not just by money, but fear. No one dared betray José Santiago.Just then, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed from the stairs. Josh came running down, his yellow soccer ball in hand.“You’re not ready yet!” he exclaimed as soon as he spotted her still in her white robe.Eilleen blinked, confused. “What?”“Mom, I told you I had practice this morning!”Her eyes widened. “What? Really? Oh my God…. I’m sorry, honey. I’ll change right now!”She
The next morning, the air in the Santiago mansion was heavier than usual — thick with silence that made every sound echo. Even the birds outside seemed too afraid to sing. Eilleen woke early, nerves on edge. She had barely slept. Every time she closed her eyes she saw flashes of gunfire and Jocelyn
Back in Canada, Steve and Kate were trying their best to move on with their lives. Steve had grown more responsible, determined to be the kind of father Henry would be proud of. He kept himself busy with work, using it as a way to block out the haunting memories of his visit to the U.S.In all the
Hours passed, and they were still stuck there—trapped in the silence of that heavy room, unaware of what was going on outside. The air felt suffocating, filled with fear and the faint scent of dried blood that lingered in their memories.Eilleen sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers tightly clasp
Chapter 23“We need to go downstairs,” Eilleen whispered to Josh, her voice trembling but controlled.“Why?” Josh asked quietly, his small voice almost drowned by the distant sounds of gunfire.“We need a weapon. I don’t think the guards are coming for us yet.”Eilleen slowly peeped outside the doo







