Arianna pushed the fork back and forth across her plate, dragging pieces of fruit in circles until they lost shape. Breakfast had become just another routine she endured.
Life here was nothing like Chicago. At least there, she had a handful of friends from school she could meet at the movies or go shopping with when she felt restless. The house she grew up in was bigger, with gardens she could wander and a pool where she could swim for hours. But above all, she had Bianca.
Even though her father kept Bianca on a short leash, at least he allowed her to come over. They’d spend entire afternoons in her room, laughing, talking about everything and nothing.
Now they only spoke on the phone, and even that felt risky. Arianna had grown up knowing those lines could always be tapped, and she
