It feels strange to be a bigger woman being held by a much smaller woman. I am reminded of all the times my mother held me when I was little, each image showing me getting larger and larger, until I am a giant being held by a small life-sized doll. I inherited my dad's build and height. My mom has always been petite. Sometimes I wish I was a little more petite so when I am held, I am held entirely.
My shoulders stop shaking at some point. The shock wears off. I take a deep breath and Lily pulls away, lacing her hand with mine. If I can't trust Nicole then I can't trust her to be the one I escape with. Morally I find this challenging because we made a pact—a pact that I happen to take very seriously. Maybe Lily is less concerned with my trust in Nicole, and more concerned with making sure
