09

I didn't talk about anything last night with Colton.

I didn't have the courage.

I didn't even find words that could make sense to that fear.

He knew that I was being constantly harassed since my brother turned out to be a terrorist. Colton realized long before me that the whole world would be unable to forget the atrocities that the Maxwell family caused in the name of money. That's why he had been by my side from the beginning; because he feared that I might let myself be affected by that mass negativity. He was right, because it really affected me.

Imagining that some of those people who wished me so much hate could have entered my house without me realizing it, made me even more affected. But worse than hatred or fear, it was knowing that the Brotherhood itself "criminal faction that my father and brother gave rise to" was looking for me and, on top of that, entering my house without me realizing it, left things at a much worse level of fear.

As far as I knew, my father was impriso