At 1 A.M., My Parents Demanded $20,000 for My Brother — By Morning, the Police Were at My Door

of the passcode feeling strange under the weight of official scrutiny. Ramirez scrolled with practiced efficiency.

“Here,” he said, turning the screen toward me. “Incoming call at 1:01 AM. It displays as ‘Mom’ in your contacts.”

Underneath the contact name was a phone number I’d never seen before.

“That’s not her number,” I whispered.

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