BELLA
Four Months Later
“Halllllllp! I need help getting this dang thing shut!” I put my knee on the center of my suitcase and used all of my weight to press it shut, but the unwieldy thing wasn’t cooperating to zip closed.
Liam leaned against the frame of the bedroom door and spoke. “You’re too little to do it by yourself; let me help you.” Of course getting my bag shut was no problem for Liam. “Come on, Bella, you have everything that you need and if you need something else you can buy it when we get there!”
My k****e was loaded with what I hoped would be enough books for the three months we planned to spend in Cuba: enough time to meet papa’s new love, for Liam to have his facial reconstructive surgery, and to vacation and act like tourists.
An unwillingness to leave the cabin wa
