*Caterina*

I woke up with a start, looking around and trying to figure out where the hell I was. After a few seconds, my brain managed to catch up to my situation and I remembered that I was at the safehouse. I hated the room that had been designated as mine. It was small and cramped, and the walls were painted a shade of drab gray that I could only associate with prisons.

Elio hadn’t come back the night before, so I had spent the night tossing and turning, ...