Everything that’s filled me with happiness in the last few months—Evie, Enzo, Chef Santiago, myculinary aspirations, even my room upstairs—they’re all connected to Lucio.
Which means the moment he decides he’s done with me, those things and those people are gone, too.
I’ve allowed myself to rely on external factors and other people.
I’ve fallen into the hole my mother has lived in for most of her life.
I need to get out of this house.
I need to go for a walk and clear my head.
But I need to be sneaky about it, because I know there’s no way that Enzo’s going to let me leave thecompound on my own.
“What are your plans for the night?” Enzo asks me.
“No plans,” I reply. “I’m just going to go upstairs to my room and sleep.”
He nods. “Let me know if you need anything.”
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