Cactus // Book 1

Prologue

Cactus // Book 1

Prologue

Dear Noah,

How you doing, buddy? How is school?

I miss you very much! I promise Mommy will be home

very soon. I just have to finish this business trip. I know

you miss Mommy... Just know that I love you with all

my heart. Everything is going to be okay. I'm going

to buy us a house and you will have your very own

bedroom! Does that sound like fun? I hope you have

a good day. Say hello to Nana and Granddad for me!

With all my heart,

Mommy

Written. Sealed. Stamped. Sent.

As I silently dropped the white envelope holding my letter in the mailbox, I thought about home, and about Noah; my three year old son who currently lived 2,137 miles away in Manhattan, New York. I thought about how much of a risk I was taking for his sake. I thought about how I was lying to my son.

I walked down the busy streets of Torreón, Mexico attempting to blend in as humanly possible (which was nearly impossible because I'm white as a sheet.). I looked up to see a black, rusty jeep parked on the opposite side of the road. Crossing, I quickly walked to the jeep and slipped in, barely noticing the toxic scent I had become accustomed to. The car sped down the bumpy roads as I began counting pesos.

"I snatched $125 pesos while I was waiting in line." I said, a hint of triumph in my voice.

"That's barely ten dollars, Hannah." Patrick said dismissively, scanning over a map of the Coahuila state.

I stayed silent as a wave of idiocy washed over me. Everyone in the small car all talked amongst themselves (mostly in Spanish, which I didn't speak a lick of) about the upcoming events. Just thinking about what would take place in approximately 28 hours gave me chills; In a bad way.

"I don't know why you even bothered sending another letter to that kid of yours," Brett said to me as he took a swig of tequila; God knows he's been drinking that stuff the minute we crossed the Mexican border.

"If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be here," I replied flatly.

To be honest, I was having mixed emotions about this whole "business trip" I had told Noah I was on. Would it pay me lots of money? Would I be able to buy a real house for me and Noah? Would Noah live a much happier life? Yes, sir!

Was it risky? Was it illegal? Would I go to jail for approximately 30 years if I was caught? Hell fucking yes.

But the scary part, was I didn't care. If this is what I had to do to take car of my son that I had been forced to raise on my own, then goddammit, I'll do it.

Besides, I had some of the best (I think...) dealers and smugglers in North America, my very faithful best friend Renée, and a little faith in a God I was taught would keep me safe, by my side.

What could go wrong?

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author's note //

thankyou for reading the prologue for my new story 'Cactus'.

if you noticed any mistakes, feel free to drop a comment.

much love,

-k

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