LILIANA
I’ve barely been able to close my eyes since I assured Rachel I’ll be fine alone. Every second, I find myself throwing cautious glances over my shoulders, checking for danger.
All of this is twenty minutes after Damian left.
I know my days in this house are numbered. But when will I find the courage to walk away without–
“God, I need a drink!” I blurt out to Rachel, collapsing right beside her on the bed. She’s refused to leave me alone.
“Me too,” she admits with a sheepish smile playing around her mouth. “With all that has been unfolding lately, people are dropping around us like flies—I can’t deal with this anymore.”
“And you can’t leave because?”
She looks at me with a raised eyebrow. “You know why, it’s not foreign to you.”
The image comes to mind. Her father wouldn’t w
