"You're judging me too much, babe. I never judged you for loving your total crisis of an ex-husband." Zara's voice comes out from the bathroom, all muffled from the toothpaste foam in her mouth.
I roll my eyes because I'm so tired of explaining this s**t to her.
My knees are actually hurting from too much kneeling on this hard floor.
I’ve been trying to put all our half-packed suitcases and scattered clothes together for the past hour, and I finally have to just sit down on the floor.
"Babe, you ain't saying anything?" she asks, her voice a little clearer now.
"What do you want me to say, Zara?" I sigh, leaning back against my bed.
"He's got a terrifying past. He kidnapped me and my sister. Like, about two weeks ago, I'm pretty sure he wanted us dead. And oh, I must have missed th
