Chapter 12
I don’t know how long we sit there,
back to back, holding hands. Livy comes over and tells me she knew
I would come, if only for Tomas. “But I’m glad you’re here,” she
sighs, glancing over her shoulder to make sure the guards aren’t
around. “You’ll get us out of here, right?”
Before I can answer, Tomas nods.
“He’ll get us out.”
The conviction in his voice, his
belief in me, makes me hope that I do get them out. I have
to—I can’t let him down.
“Company,” Vasquez hisses
from across the yard.
I scramble to my feet, diving out of
sight behind the tires I’ve scattered along the ground. I hear
Tomas whisper he loves me, and when I dare to look out, Livy’s
helped him to his feet. The two of them lean against the fence,
standing together to block me from view.
When the
