T is for Trauma

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Unknown took off his hat as Angel's family entered.

"Hola, ¿cómo están?"

"Estamos bien, amor."

Angel's mother spoke to Unknown.

"How was your flight?"

Unknown hugged and greeted everyone while Azra watched them.

"Don't worry too much about us."

Angel's wife, Gabriela, reassured Unknown before turning to Azra.

"You wanted to talk to us, sir?"

"Indeed. Please follow me to the meeting room."

Unknown walked behind them.

"Aaron, where's Camilo?"

He asked Angel's oldest brother about Angel's son.

"He's with Alexa. What's up?"

"Nothing, I was just curious."

"Unknown, I already know. They called me."

"Oh. You haven't told the rest, have you?"

"Thought it'd be better if they heard it from Azra."

Azra escorted them into the meeting room. They all took place, exchanging a few worried looks. 

"I unfortunately have to bring you some bad news about Angel."

"You tell us now? After we waited for weeks. We haven't heard anything from him."

"Gabriela, cállato! Let the man speak."

Angel's mother snapped at Gabriela.

Azra cleared his throat. He was about to speak when Unknown interrupted.

"I'll tell them."

Azra nodded.

"Angel passed away. There was an.... accident."

It was silent.

Angel's family let it sink in.

Tears formed in their eyes.

His mother and Gabriela started wailing while Aaron quietly let the tears stream down his face.

"How did my son die?"

Unknown looked at Azra.

"He was shot."

"Who shot him? Who!"

"We don't know-"

"Don't lie to me. Why did he get shot? What work was he involved with? Where is his body?"

"He worked as an assassin."

Both women gasped.

"My-my precious Angel would never!"

Angel's mother tapped her chest. She then held the cross from her necklace in her hand, whispering prayers.

"Ay, I don't want to hear any words out of this man's mouth."

Aaron comforted his mother.

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Never thought that something
Something so tragic could ever happen to
Our peaceful little perfect family
I promise, promise to love you
You and the children, carousel spinnin'
Our neighborhood will always be this pretty
Bombs are fallin' on Monday morning
Waitin' for the news, together
An explosion, any moment
You make moments last, forever and ever

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