“I really don’t want to go.” I pouted, refusing to let go of Christian. We were one month further—and just like promised, I would go to a safe house.
Christian had a guilty look on his face, and let go of me before he took a step back. “It’s just for a while, Serena.” Emilio jumped in.
“It looks like a shoebox, there’s not even a window,” I complained, making him laugh out loud as he leaned his head against my shoulder. “We’re definitely siblings!” He burst out laughing, but by the look on Christian’s face, I could tell that he did not appreciated my joke.
“You’re not alone, everyone is really nice—and someone will visit you every day.” Emilio turned his head to the door while I did the same. “They will be taking good care of you.” He spoke, looking at the people who politely held their hands in front of each other.
