Red_Roses_and_Black_Dahlias_-_Macy_T

“We… We were raised in the same home. The Singing Serpent home for
girls, in Olympe, before she fled.”
“Why did she flee?”
A long pause.
“It was not a place to raise a child. And Jasmine always wanted the best
for you, Dalia.”
“Yeah. I know.” I breathed, still in shock.
I didn't bother asking how she knew my name. That woman seemed to
know a lot of things.
“I looked for her, you know. Once I was old enough, I spent years looking
for her. The night I finally did find her was the same night that son of a bitch
Oracio did, too. He got there before me and by the time I did, it was too late.
Jasmine was dead and he had taken you and Rosa.”
She kept staring at the tombstones in silence.
“It took me years but I eventually got to him.”
“You… you were the one to kill him last year, not that rival cartel?”
I had heard that son of a bitch had died a year ago. There weren’t many
details in the article but he was found in one of his warehouses, twelve of his
men were killed too, and the media speculated it was one of the rival cartels.
I was stunned to know it wasn’t, after all.
“Of course I did. That cunt pleaded and cried like a little bitch for his
life, but in the end I left him bleeding out like the pig he was.” Fire blazed in
her eyes as she spoke of him, “I looked for you for months, Dalia. When I
finally found you I saw I didn’t really have to do anything. You had taken
matters into your own hands. And your mother would’ve been so proud.”