When the police were ready to take her away, she shoved Kolin into my hand and asked me to take care of him until she returned.
I was pregnant, single, twenty years old, with a brother serving a life sentence, a father who was a flight risk, a mother who did not love me, and a sister who had killed someone. My life was not the best in the world, and it was full of layers I hated unraveling.
The next day, mum, Frank, Kolin, and I went in to see Alicia. She had only spent a night in jail, and she looked a mess. I could barely even recognize her.
'What happened, Alicia?' That was the first thing I said to her.
'I don't know, Kassy. I don't know what happened.' Her eyes were puffy and very red.
It was obvious she did not get a wink of sleep the night before.
'Why did you stab Pilar?' Mum asked.
'I did not stab her mum! She stabbed herself!' Alicia shouted.
