ISLA
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The next day dragged on slower than usual. I could barely focus on anything because I kept arguing with myself about the party.
About whether or not I should invite Sophia.
Lorenzo said I could. And I wanted to. She was the only friend I had. She was the last atom of normalcy in my life. After the semester was over, I would barely see her anymore. But I was skeptical about letting her step into Lorenzo’s home. Nothing about him was normal. Nothing about him was ever as it seemed.
I tapped my pencil against my desk while deep in thought. Sophia didn’t belong anywhere near that house. She didn’t belong around men who carried guns or in rooms that smelled faintly of blood and whiskey.
Wait. Why was I even considering the party?
I hadn’t agreed to it.
“Isla?”
I looked up to
