None of them look at me like I’m an outsider anymore. They don’t even look at me like I’m a captive.They look at me like I belong.
That’s scary in a totally different kind of way.
Lucio steps through the sliding doors, and I notice the dewy drops of water glistening on hiswindswept hair.
“Papa!” Evie says excitedly the moment she notices him. “Charlotte’s going to cook us somethingspecial today. But she doesn’t have the ingredients. And Enzo’s not here.”
Lucio looks at me for a moment, the shortest flicker of glances, and then he’s focused on Evie again.
“Well, I’m sure we can find someone to get to the grocery store for Charlotte,” he murmurs.
I feel the nerves build. I’m playing with fire here.
But I know that if I want this plan to work, I need to bi
