Vittoria
We stayed in an inn to shower, to rest for a while. And I’m staring at the bread in front of me that Norman bought for me to eat. I shiver slightly in the cool morning air and smooth a hand over my wet hair. The bathroom here isn’t dark. The room isn’t large as Franco’s room but it’s safer than anything else. This small space is luxury to me. A freedom to me.
Someone is pounding the door.
I’m suddenly up.
Spinning
Scanning
Horrified
Franco?! Did he find us? Is the only thing I can think of. My stomach is an empty mix of fear and danger. My heart raging and my blood becomes a river of anxiety.
Norman is in the shower.
Norman is in the shower.
I inch my steps towards where he is. and then the pounding gets harder and loud. I rummage through Norman’s clothes until I find wh
