*Olivia*

“Thank you, Maria,” I smiled at the kind Spanish woman as she set down another fruity cocktail in front of me. Beads of condensation spilled over the glass, a curly straw and half a lime hanging off the rim to finish off the presentation.

Dinner and drinks were just what me and Dahlia had needed to take our minds off everything. Dahlia hadn’t been happy when I told her we couldn’t leave the compound for the time being, but she understood better than ...