I didn’t drive through that gate like a chauffeur.
I drove through like the only adult who could no longer look away.
When the SUV stopped in front of the mansion, Mateo was still silently behind me. The black gates opened slowly. Two guards watched us go in, unsuspecting.
I gripped the steering wheel one last time and made my decision.
I wasn’t going to leave him alone that night.
I parked in front of the main entrance and turned to him.
“Mateo, listen to me. You’re not going up there alone.”
