around. Her voice was softer than it had been inside.
“I am not a monster,” she said.
Emiliano considered that for a moment.
“I did not say you are a monster. I said you are not safe.”
Karla looked as if all the air had left her body. Not safe. That was the language Emiliano understood best. The world, to him, was not divided into good and bad but into continue reading …
