Maia Mesa grew up with her family in Cuba, but that suddenly changed, and she found herself in a position no one wishes to be, without family.
Marcus Burnett, a repentant and good soul takes her as his own daughter, as well his wife Theresa, a new...
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After dad left the house without saying a word, a gnawing sense of urgency took hold of me. I couldn't just sit back and wait; I needed to understand what was happening, why he was acting so out of character. The only way to get answers was to dig into his affairs myself.
It was almost too easy to hack into his computer. His password, "sneakers89," made me shake my head with a mix of amusement and exasperation. He wasn't exactly a cybersecurity genius. As soon as I was in, my fingers flew over the keyboard, navigating through his files and recent activity with a practiced ease. Scrolling through his emails and bank statements, I finally stumbled upon what I was looking for—a recent transaction, a plane ticket to Cuernavaca, Mexico.
If he thought I'd just let him run off without a word, he was sorely mistaken.
Within minutes, I had a ticket booked for the same flight. There was no way I was staying behind, not when so much was at stake.
As soon as I confirmed my booking, I followed their tracks, uncertain of where they were headed or what I might find. When I landed in Mexico, the heat and humidity hit me like a wall, but I didn't let it slow me down. I had a mission. I spotted dad and Mike as they climbed out of a taxi, looking slightly out of place in the unfamiliar surroundings. They paused for a moment, scanning the area as if they were trying to get their bearings.
As they moved through the streets, their presence drew attention. Locals glanced at them with a mix of curiosity and suspicion, their eyes following every move. Whispers spread through the crowd like wildfire, but dad and Mike seemed oblivious, too focused on their task to notice. I hung back, trying to blend in as much as possible. I pulled up my hood and kept my head down, doing my best to avoid standing out in the sea of people.
Then, my phone started buzzing incessantly in my pocket. I didn't need to look to know it was mom. Her name flashed on the screen repeatedly, her worry palpable even through the digital barrier. I could imagine her pacing the house, trying to reach me, probably fearing the worst. I knew that if I answered, she'd do everything in her power to stop me from going any further. So, I let the calls go to voicemail, my heart heavy with guilt. I had left her a note before I left, explaining my absence, but I knew it was little comfort. Eventually, I turned off my phone, silencing the connection to home.
Ahead of me, dad and Mike suddenly picked up their pace. Their movements became more urgent as they turned sharply around a corner, disappearing from view. My pulse quickened as I realized I was losing them. I hurried to keep up, careful not to get too close but desperate not to fall behind. The narrow, winding streets made it easy to lose someone, and I wasn't about to let that happen.
