I’m not quite sure what I see reflected in there. It’s dense and powerful and really f*****g difficult toread.
Something that gives me strength.
Something that keeps me going.
In the early evening, I hear the girls in the garden. I’ve kept my distance all day long, per Charlotte’ssuggestion.
But now, I’m growing impatient. So I go to them.
They’re throwing a ball around near the fountain. Evie’s back is to me, so Charlotte sees meapproaching first. She grabs the ball and holds it to her side.
“Evie,” she says in a strained voice, “Lucio would like to talk to you. Is that okay?”
Evie turns around immediately and catches sight of me. Her eyes go wide and tension ripples throughher tiny little body, compounding my guilt.
“Tesoro, I know you’re scared of me,” I begin. “
