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As long as I could remember, my brother and I had convinced both of them that the bogeyman should be afraid of them, not them of it. The boys weren’t scared of the dark, so we didn’t bother with nightlights. My hand went out to the walls to try and navigate my way around I wasn’t familiar with the layout of the house yet. Thankfully, I’d put on shorts before I went to sleep. Turning off the lamp again, I slipped out of the bedroom, leaving the door cracked behind me. There wasn’t a tanning bed or self-tanner in the world that could replicate his shade of gold. He was all gangly legs and arms, and that glowing peach skin that was his inheritance from his mom’s Danish ancestry and our Mexican side. Louie nodded, already climbing under the covers, easing my conscience just a little. He needed to believe that on his own without me reminding him every time. I’ll be right back,” I explained calmly, trying to tell him without words that it would take a weapon of mass destruction to keep me from him. There was always a hint of worry in his tone any and every time I went somewhere without him, like he expected me not to come back. “I’ll be back in a minute, but try to go to sleep, okay? Grandma is picking you up early.” “Sure it was.” I winked at him before yawning again and stretching my arms over my head to get some blood pumping throughout my body. With the light on, that tiny mischievous smile that owned my heart had the same effect on me it always had: it made everything in the world more bearable. We already had two soccer players in our extended family we didn’t need another one. “It was an accident!” he giggled like he hadn’t caused me weeks of pain by using my midsection as a ball, making it apparent he could have a career in soccer if he ever wanted to.

Swinging my legs off the side of the bed, I tugged on the back of Louie’s pajama pants to give him a partial wedgie as I got to my feet. I reached over to turn on the side lamp, nearly knocking it off the nightstand. Just don’t kick me in the stomach again, okay? You almost cracked my rib last time,” I reminded him in case he’d forgotten the giant bruise he’d given me that had me gasping for breath every time I bent over.

Nobody was supposed to be fighting, much less in the middle of the night.

A neighborhood with a history of crime was the kind of shit I had been trying to avoid. The rest were nice families with little kids and everything. The people who lived closest to Louie’s bedroom were an elderly couple, not exactly the kind of people who you would imagine fighting in the middle of the night. The thing was, I’d met a few of the new neighbors over the course of the month and a half it took to close on the house, but not all of them.

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