His father owned a small construction company.
My mother cleaned houses for wealthy families.
We had no money.
But we had plans.
We were supposed to leave Chicago together.
We had everything sorted out.
Cheap apartment.
Two bus tickets.
The future we thought was ours.
Then, the evening before we left, Alexander called me.
His voice was strange.
He told me not to go out.
He told me someone was watching him.
And then he said something I will never forget.
“If anything happens to me, don’t trust my father.”
This was our last conversation.
The next morning Alexander was gone.
His car was found near the river.
