Alejandro looked deeply embarrassed. “Yeah.”
“How?”
He hesitated, unable to find the words, so I answered for him. “He sold his guitar, sweetie.”
Jillian put a hand over her mouth, a gasp escaping her lips. Elena stared at him like he had handed her the moon. “Why would you do that? You love playing guitar, Alejandro.”
My son shrugged, his favorite move whenever he had done something huge and wanted to pretend it wasn’t. “Because you needed it, Elena.”
FINAL: The Knock at the Door
That should have been the end of it. But it wasn’t.
The next morning, somebody pounded on my front door hard enough to rattle the frame. My mouth went dry as I opened it to find two uniformed police officers filling the doorway.
“Ma’am,” one of them said. “Are you Victoria?”
“Yes, I am,” I whispered, panic rising in my throat.
“We’re Officers Daniels and Cooper. Is your son here?”
