Melissa extended her hand, and Salem took it. “Salem Salazar.” She saw the other girl’s brown eyes widen slightly. “Salazar as in the guy who k—” “Yeah.” Salem pulled back her hand. She wondered how long she’d have to live with the fact that after her sister died, her father had gone off the rails a few months later and killed a man, right before turning the gun on himself, leaving her mother and her behind with debt and stigma.
