MAVERICK

My life was just getting better and better. My father was a notorious criminal, and my brother just shot a human being like a target practice. What could be better than that? Maybe that was why secrets should just be kept buried.

“When are you going to leave this house?” Nana had her hand on her hip, leaning against the doorjamb, wearing an annoying look.

“I’ll be out of your hair sooner, Nana. Jeez. It’s only been three days.” I scrubbed the sink and poured a generous amount of liquid soap into it.

“Three days? It’s been a week, Ricky. If you are scared someone will come and kidnap...