The weight of Domenico’s arm around my waist along with his chest pressed against my back gave me the best night sleep I’d had in a long time. The bed was shitty and hard, but the safety I felt lulled me into a deep sleep.
I stared at the drab walls with the dirty, peeling wallpaper and waited, snug in his embrace, for him to wake up.
His arm flexed, pulling me tighter to him.
For days we’d been holed up in that small motel room.
My strength had greatly improved with the increase in calories and fluid. My skin no longer looked like a corpse. My eyes were no longer encircled by darkness. Even my weight had begun to bounce back a little.
After five days, the biggest secret had been revealed. We were both part of the same family organization, only I was a deserter. That was why my treatm
