Diana Hazel-Rodriguez

Jun 17, 2024 | madinamerica.com | Diana Rodriguez |Diana Hazel-Rodriguez

My brother Jesse sat next to me on the couch in my living room. Two police officers stood inside my entryway, watching us. My mind raced. I believed my brother’s life was in danger. I believed I was the only person who knew it and only I could save him. If only I could stop the police officers from reading my mind — as I knew they were — and prevent them from spoiling my plan.