My mother and I sat in the car, listening to Hamilton. I idly fingered the pages in my book, settled in my lap. It was so normal and almost tranquil. All silent but the soft music in the background.
Little did we know that it would be the last normal moment of our lives.
We eventually reached our destination: a restaurant called Marieta's.
I stepped out of the car, excitedly awaiting my mom to exit the vehicle. I was ready to eat!
My mom had stepped one foot out of the car when a shadow blocked the hot San Diego sun.
