You walked through the empty and cold streets, shrinking and hugging your coat more when another cold wind passes. The only thing heard at dawn are your own steps.

You just wanted to get home, you couldn't stand this cold with just a T-shirt. You sigh, feeling your hands shaking.

You were Beth's daughter and Annie's niece, and when you were two blocks away, you feel a sweater on your shoulders. You get scared and look: Rio, the gangster your mother negotiates.

"Hey, mama."