Chapter twenty-seven
Liliana
I was crouched down, peeling potatoes on
a makeshift countertop, whistling a harmonious tone.
Although I wasn't used to
I felt safe and happy around them. I had been here for a day and a half, and I felt like I had known them forever.
Peter and Josephine have been nothing but kind to me. Even when I had woken up this morning and insisted I find a motel to stay in, they'd vehemently refused, encouraging me to stay as long as I deemed fit.
Just as Josephine had promised. She'd not asked any questions about who I was running from, which was great because I wasn't sure I was ready to tell her my entire traumatic life without crying my eyes out.
Just thinking about it now made my chest tight.
Josephine appeared in the kitchen just then as if she'd heard my
