*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 I did, after all of the risks.
Her scar had faded, but it was a constant reminder of what she had gone through, of how she almost didn’t make it to be here today. I was sure that haunted her just as much as it did me.
But even though all the boys were gone, Maria was still here for us.
“De nada, Senora.” Maria waved off my thanks, only pausing to pinch Elio on his pink chubby cheeks, cooing in what I presumed was a Spanish version of baby talk before going on her way.
