“Yes,” he says sadly. “A child.”
You think of your schoolbooks left behind in East L.A. You think of Alejandro gripping your shoulders while learning to stand. You think of Damian calling you too poor to matter.
“No,” you say. “I stopped being a child when my family sold my future.”
Something in his face softens.
For the first time, Mr. Sterling looks old.
Not polished.
Old.
“I worked for Alejandro’s grandfather,” he says quietly. “Mr. Ernesto DeVega was not a kind man, but he was fair. He loved Alejandro because Alejandro questioned him.”
“Then why didn’t you say anything?”
“Because people who depend on powerful families learn the cost of truth.”
You lift your chin.
“And people who stay silent help powerful families bury it.”
He closes his eyes briefly.
The words hit him.
Good.
You expect him to fire you.
Instead, he opens the bottom drawer of Don Richard’s desk and removes a small envelope.
“Take this,” he says.
Inside is a flash drive.
“What is it?”
“Security footage from the night of the accident.”
Your breath catches.
“I thought there was no footage.”
“There wasn’t supposed to be.”
You stare at him.
“Why do you have it?”
“Because Alejandro’s grandfather taught me one thing,” Mr. Sterling says. “Never trust a DeVega without a copy.”
That night, you bring the flash drive to Alejandro.
For the first time, he is afraid to know.
He holds it in his palm, staring at it like it is a loaded gun.
“What if I’m wrong?” he whispers.
“Then you’ll know.”
“And if I’m right?”
You sit beside him.
“Then we stop letting them call you broken.”
He plugs the drive into his old laptop.
The video is dark and grainy, taken from a security camera outside a private club parking lot in San Francisco. It shows Alejandro and Damian arguing beside a black sports car. There is no sound, but their body language is clear.
Alejandro turns to get into the driver’s seat.
Damian grabs his arm.
Alejandro pulls away.
Damian shoves him.
Then the video cuts to another angle from a traffic camera near the highway ramp.
The car swerves.
Inside, Damian lunges across the console.
His hand grabs the steering wheel.
Alejandro fights him.
The car veers.
Then the screen flashes white.
