“But—”
“I know your life is hell. Many of ours are. We’re all just appearances. But sometimes we have to survive instead of run. I’ll think of a way to help you without destroying myself too. For now, act as though your father’s phone call never happened.”
“I don’t know if I can,” she whispers, eyes threatening tears.
“We’ll find a solution. Just… trust me.”
“You think that once you become first lady you’ll be able to help me?”
“Probably,” I lie, trying to keep her stable long enough for me to fix this before she destroys herself recklessly.
“I trust you, Valentina. If any of them discover what I know, we’re dead. You understand that, don’t you?”
“We’ll survive. I promise.”
I stand abruptly and head toward the bathroom to pull myself back together.
I realize Siena is dangerously c
