Gia props herself up on an elbow. “r**e or kill her? What on earth makes you say that?”
I realize I never told Gia about my close encounter with Aldo. I peer into her already swollen eyes and consider telling her, but I can’t do it. She’s already so broken up that burdening her further feels wrong.
“I just get a bad feeling from him, and it worries me.”
She eases back down and pulls me into her arms. “It’s hard to watch people struggle, but she’ll be okay. Grace is a grown woman, and unlike Mom, she’ll get this guy paid off.” I nod, but I don’t believe it one bit.
“WHERE IS HE TAKING YOU?” Gia asks the next evening as she watches me put the finishing touches on my makeup.
“Stella’s. Have you heard of it?”
“Of course! It’s delicious, and they always have live music in the evenings. Ma
