CHAPTER 23: The Basement

‘’Mama,’’ Alex called out, strolling from his room. ‘’What’s wrong?’’

A startled Isabella put down the letter and adjusted her sitting position.

Coming closer to her, Alex asked: ‘’Anything the matter? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.’’

‘’No – No, son,’’ Isabella forced a smile, leaning back defensively. ‘’I feel unwell. Have to go take a rest inside.’’

Alex nodded, still eyeing her with suspicion.

‘’Mama,’’ he pulled a small chair to sit beside Isabella. ‘’I’ve wanted to ask you certain questions for quite some time.’’

‘’Mhmm?’’ Isabella nodded. ‘’what is it, Alejandro?’’

‘’You told me years ago that my papa died before I was born.’’

‘’Yes?’’

‘’And that he was shot by gangsters.’’

Isabella nodded.

‘’I was just wondering,’’ continued Alex. ‘’Why he was killed. Was he one of them?’’

Isabella paused for some moment, shaking her head. Then she spoke.

‘’Pedro had gone to buy groceries and drugs for me from the pharmacy. I had just discovered that I was a few weeks pregnant.’’

‘’He had ju