Sofia

The warmth of the coffee, the sugar rush from the ice cream, and the weight of the shopping bags in my hands made me lighter. I felt like a normal twenty-one-year-old college student returning from a day out with her best friend, rather than a woman living a double life.

"I'm telling you," Clara laughed, swinging her Sephora bag as we walked up the pathway to the hostel. "That shade of lipstick is a power move. You wear that to your next presentation, and the professor will give you an ...