“Where the f**k is my daughter?” Lucio roars, pointing his gun right at the woman.
Evie’s skittish little voice breaks through the tense silence, and I feel it echo all the way inside me.
“Evie!” I speak before Lucio does. “Where are you, princess?”
“Charlotte?” she replies, her head poking out of the bathroom.
The sight of that little face fills me with so much joy that I forget all about the tense standoff thatblocks my path to Evie.
I push right past Lucio, I ignore the couple who are standing on either side of Evie, and I stretch myarms out to her.
The smile on her face falters slightly. Then she looks up at the woman standing next to her.
I notice his hand twitch down. It’s as though he’s suddenly conscious of the fact that he’s holding agun.
“It’s me. Your
