I sat alone in the hospital waiting room while rain struck the dark windows.
My mother was being treated for dehydration, broken bones, and injuries that had accumulated while I was on the other side of the world.
Rosa was asleep in another room with seven stitches above her eye.
My wife and brother had spent months preparing to steal everything my parents built.
And I had made it easy for them.
I had trusted Celeste with the house.
I had trusted Thomas with the trust.
I had accepted short phone calls when Mom sounded tired.