LILIANA
Alice and I are seated in the patio sharing a cup of her delicious, home-made version of the virgin mojito. It’s sweet like I thought it would be and makes me feel relaxed. She never disappoints.
Zip left here some hours ago and before she did, she gave me a funny look. Alice says it’s her guilty face. I haven’t stopped laughing since I learned that.
“Look at her playing. I’ve never seen her so…free in a while. To be honest, since you came into our lives—”
“Since I was forced into your lives,” I tell her, with care not to soil her feelings. Thankfully, she dismisses it with a laugh.
“I understand you had no choice then. How about now?”
“I still don’t have one. Every time I bring up the topic of letting me go, he reminds me of wanting to keep me safe when I’m not even safe h
