I never meant to become a drug mule. But when my supplier gave me an ultimatum—smuggle two tons of weed from Mexico or get killed—I did the unthinkable: I hired strangers to pose as my family. Now we’re crammed into an overheating RV, dodging border patrol, cartel enforcers, and a DEA agent who thinks we’re a real family on vacation. The plan was simple. The problem? Nothing about this is real—except the danger. And the worst part? I’m starting to feel like we actually are a family. You decide: do we run, fight, or turn ourselves in?