Alejandro
Pulling up with a screech of tires, I barely waited for the car to stop before I threw the door open and bolted onto the beach. The salt-laced wind slapped against my face as I ran, my feet sinking into the cold, wet sand. Peter was already ahead, leading the way, his phone still clutched in his hand from our earlier call. I just prayed I wasn’t too late.
Minutes earlier, Peter had switched to video call, letting me see firsthand what was happening when Angelo refused to answer my call. Even when Peter handed him the phone, telling him I was on the line, Angelo had only barked something in Spanish before rushing by to get to our sister, mama hurrying behind him.
Gregory, the aim of their anger.
Coincidentally, Gabby had been spotted at the beach. But not alone. No, she was
