prologue

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"If no one in the entire world cared about you, did you really exist at all?"

 

–CASSANDRA CLARE, "Clockwork Angel"

The hardness that danced in my aunt's eyes was terrifying

Flames surrounded the warehouse, engulfing my mother along with it. My aunt yelled once she saw me, and the word diablo rang in my ears as the police tried to talk to me. I tried to cry, to wail, to scream. Though no sound— not even a squeak—came out. There were no tears, just a feeling of hollowness.

My mother is dead.

Aunt Rosa hates me.

And nobody cares.

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The road in front of the car was a river of gravel, leading out into the sea, making it look never ending. The moon is on its last quarter, fading and waning, mirroring the emotion of the silenced boy in the police car. He was on his way to his house, but not the one he really considers a 'home'. Social services assigned it to him. He sat in car for what seemed like forever, dreading his arrival in San Antonio, where his new 'parents' and 'siblings' lived. The government's officials tried to talk to him, and to make the explanation shorter, let's just emphasize the word 'tried'. His name was Leo Valdez.


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