No, nothing more

“No, nothing,” Eric mumbles and shrugs his shoulders, “well, I’ll get the clothes and let you fill your new room.”

You spend a few minutes putting all things in the right places. Eric got you a good mix of different shirts, underwear, pants and even a pullover. Afterwards you put a pajama on and lay down in bed. It was a hard day and you are tired. But you can’t sleep just now. Too much happened in too short time. Your mother, who took care of you for your whole life is gone for good. Your father, who never saw you since you were two years old, took you in and despite he acts nice, he was willing to **** you to stay with him. Your brother, who you never knew of, turned out to be a class A psychopath. And you are not sure if his mother is just an annoying bimbo or a cold-hearted manipulator.

And then there is Eric, who seems to care for you. And Miguel, the dark-skinned right hand of your father. You barely know him but you have no doubt he is much more dangerous than he acts. What your father told you about the FBI doesn’t get out of your mind either. Agent Wellington is clearly aggressive and hates your entire family. But would she really **** an innocent woman for **** or to place you as a mole in your fathers’ mansion? What do they all these people have to do with your mothers’ murderer? And what is your role in this? Many questions and no answers.