“Thank you for helping me,” I started. “Why did you help me?” I asked, my voice steady but low.
She looked up at me, her expression unreadable for a moment. Then she smiled, small but sincere.
“Because no one else did,” she said simply. “And because you were alone when you shouldn’t have been.”
I studied her, trying to read between the lines, trying to decide if I could trust her, or if this was just another game, another trap, maybe another Teresa.
Because now that I had changed, now that I was clean, I wasn’t just a victim anymore. I was a woman standing on the edge of a very dangerous truth. And I needed to know if Gina was on my side or someone else’s.
“I couldn’t just sit back and watch them do that to you,” she added.
If I wasn't Mirabella, I would have believed her. But in ou
