"Levi Suarez was here!" Mom announced, Friday afternoon. I just got back from working at Kalli Hotel, and was tired so I wanted to jump on my bed. It was early for dinner anyway, and without nowhere else to go, I had been coming home earlier like the old times and had the time to take a rest before dinner.
When I saw their cars in the driveway, I knew there was something wrong. I knew that not-so-very-good week wasn't over. Sandro, Randy, and I were surprised at the added security around the driveway and on the gates. But Sandro no longer reflected my surprise and confusion when my Mom exclaimed those words—after nearly dragging me inside the living room after hearing our car arrive.
I gaped at her and to Dad whose eyes were hard at me. It wasn't because he was mad or something. If any
