Alejandro thought it was the right thing. You were acting out right after your mother left and he just wanted you to be okay. He sent you to Academy of Ivy Ridge, the brochures and video commercials looked so reassuring; beneficial for you.

Then the news came out. The abuse you suffered, the neglect, the overcrowding.

As soon as he sees you step out of the taxi outside your home, in your school uniform, bags in hand, he wraps you in a snug bear hug. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He sobs softly.