ISLA
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My mind worked on autopilot as I went upstairs, packed the little essentials I brought with me into a duffel bag, and returned downstairs.
Lorenzo was sitting on the couch in the living room, sipping a glass of wine and watching me. I pretended I couldn’t see him. I had made up my mind. At first, I wanted to stay until I was done with school before I left, but what was the point of finishing school if I could end up dead before I graduated? Who knew how many more women thought they would end up with Lorenzo? Who knew if the next woman would be much more fearless than the last?
Even if Lorenzo had told me to leave empty-handed, I didn’t believe he would actually let me go, but that didn’t stop my feet from moving.
I took several steps towards the door, wondering if he was goi
