ing through an endless, suffocating void. Her stomach pl

ike glass. She was thrown into a dr

e, clinging to Julian Sloan's arm. Julian's face was twisted in pure revu

Her sister-in-law, Felicie, was hiding behind the door. Felicie was pointing at

ated, flashing like a

slumped. Neighbors pointed and whispered about their crazy, desperate dau

images tur

ight red foreclosure notice to the

ding. Cold steel handcuffs were snapped around his wrists. A p

w her second brother, Connie, lying on the asphalt.

l bed, her skin gray and sunken. Blanca's weak hand squeezed Delo

cream, but her th

etely different world. A tow

He wasn't wearing his wet leather jacket. He was wearing a dark,

news report. The anchor's voice announced Bart Haw

ive mahogany desk. Sitting right in the center, carefu

s her old handkerchief. The one she h

ned freezing cold. The l

asement. Her bones ached from the cold. Her stomach cramped with violent hunge

ashed over her like a tidal wave.

h and forced the ai

N

dilated, adjusting to the dim light. She suc

r nightgown clung to her damp back. She instinctively reached up, her trembling fingers wrapping around the old, woode

anca held a damp washcloth in her rough hands. Her eyes were sw

a dropped the washcloth. She leaned forw

voice cracking. "Why would you do som

She felt the callouses on Blanca's hands grippin

preview of her actual future. And they were a key. As the terror of the vision receded, the locked doors in her mind burst open. The missing six months of her life came rus

cter in a story meant to destroy her family. But right now, he

in her chest hardened into something cold and sharp. She would not let th

thud of boots echo

" her brother Gonzalo roared, hi