Chapter sixty-three

Luke

I was still in the gonsales beta when Aurora called me. I was sitting in reception, watching the cops come and go the entire time. Likewise, I looked down at my bloody hands. My father’s blood and I couldn’t accept what had happened. If I had sped up a little more or not wasted so much time on unnecessary conversation, maybe I would have been able to save him. I blamed myself for arriving too late, and worse, for knowing that it could happen and not having done anything to try to save my father. I watched them take his body away, and I cried. How was I going to tell my mother that? How would I explain to my family that Gonzalo had been murdered?

I held the cell phone, and it got blood marks. I held back tears several times while talking to Aurora, but when I told her that Gonzalo was dead, it was as if someone shuddered through me and forced me to pour out all my pain.

“I’m so sorry, Luke”, she also cried, as if the pain was hers too, “I wish I could be there with you”.

“Aurora,