You had a sibling, two to be exact. One brother, Jace, age 9, and a sister, Summer, aged 8. They were popular, not so smart, and not so strong either. But they had friends and could lighten the mood anywhere. Neither could speak Spanish. Ajendrjo’s kids.

You, on the other hand, were quiet, reserved, emotionless.

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He had to bring you two into work, aka the task force base, and they had already caused a mess. Jace was racing around the office, his laughter echoing as he knocked over a stack of papers, sending them fluttering like confetti. Summer sat on the floor, surrounded by a mountain of colorful sticky notes, trying to build a tower that kept collapsing. She let out a small giggle every time it fell.