Six weeks later, Lily laid her boarding pass for Bellmont on the table in front of me.
"No." I barely glanced at it.
"The doctor says I've recovered."
"Recovered doesn't mean safe."
"And staying in a safe house doesn't mean living."
She arranged six weeks' worth of examination reports across the dining table. The top page cleared her for travel; underneath it was a risk acknowledgment she had signed herself.
"Every day, someone tells me what to eat, where to live, and when to sleep," she said. "Now does someone else get to decide whether I should take the internship too?"
"They may try to hurt you."
"I know."
"They could use you again."
"Stop locking me in here!"
Her voice shook.
"Dad controlled me with drugs. Olivia controlled me with a chain. Mom, I don't want anyone to lock
