ISLA
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The following week was a lot more confusing.
Lorenzo didn’t lock me up, bark more orders, or threaten me with people’s lives. Those were the things I expected from him. Those were the things he had been doing since I started living with him. What I didn’t expect was the absence of force. It was weird. It was unlike him.
Instead of several men, only one took me to and from school.
Whenever I kept my door ajar, breakfast was brought into my room as promised. Whenever I didn’t open my door at all, breakfast was always waiting for me downstairs in the kitchen aisle. The best part? Lorenzo wasn’t hovering around me while I ate. I didn’t know if he was too busy to bother me anymore but I appreciated the space. Even when he was around and I didn’t want to eat, he didn’t force me as
