Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83776 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83776 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
But I want to be on good terms with her. I love this family, and she’s a part of them.
“I hope you don’t mind,” Elena says real casually and picks up her glass of wine.
“No, not at all.” I beam at her. “I’m really happy you came.”
Laura’s face screws up and she looks annoyed. “Don’t read into this.”
“There’s nothing to read into,” I say, getting out a third glass, and pouring her a full drink. “Nothing at all.”
“Yep, you’re totally casual,” Elena says, elbowing me. “Are you hyperventilating right now?”
“I’m just so excited she’s here,” I gush, unable to help myself.
Elena cackles and Laura groans. She tries to walk out but Elena hurries and stops her.
“Now, come on, you love horror,” Elena says, steering her sister to the island and forcing her to sit. “I’m putting you here, and Stefania’s going to stay over there, and you’re going to say to her what you told me you wanted to say.”
Laura’s jaw flexes. “I don’t want to anymore.”
“I swear, I will break your fingers in the freaking door if you don’t just get it out of your head. Now, I’m going over to the couch, just pretend like I’m not here.” Elena wiggles her fingers at me and hurries away to the other side of the gigantic lower floor.
I stare at Laura, smiling like a total moron, my heart swelling up a million times its normal size. She glares back at me and looks like she’d rather eat her own vomit than have a conversation with me. I keep my mouth shut because I’m afraid that if I say anything, it’ll scare her off again.
After a few seconds of borderline psychopath staring and grinning, she picks up her wine and drinks half of it down.
“You’re fine,” she says once she’s finished.
I lean closer. “Sorry. What?” Because I genuinely have no clue what she’s saying.
She winces and rubs her temple. “I said, you’re fine. Okay? I don’t want to murder you anymore. You’re fine. Can we watch the movie now?”
She moves to stand but I hold up a hand. “Wait a second. What changed your mind?”
Laura looks annoyed. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Why not just accept that I no longer want to murder you and be happy?”
“Not good enough. I want to know why.”
She groans and looks at the ceiling. “I’m about to change my mind.”
“If you tell me, you can pick the movie.”
She hesitates, looks back at me, and frowns a little. “Anything? Even something gory and foreign?”
“Sounds great to me. What changed your mind?”
“The hospital.” She finishes her wine and shoves the glass at me. I pour, because screw it, she can have as much as she wants. “I saw the way you were when my father got shot. You weren’t busy feeling sorry for yourself. You helped my mother and you stayed by my brother’s side, even when it got hard. That made me respect you. Then you stuck around, and I can see the way everyone is with you, and I decided that you aren’t going to hurt them. I decided you’re fine. Is that enough? Can we watch some extremely disturbing Czech slasher films now?”
“Films?” Elena shouts from the couch. “Oh, god, not plural.”
I move around the island and hold out my arms for a hug. “Thank you,” I say to Laura.
She laughs and shakes her head. “Absolutely fucking not. Bring the popcorn over, you freak.” She walks away, sans hug, but that’s okay.
I’m fine.
And she’s right: I am fine.
I’m more fine than I’ve ever been before, because I belong here.
Not just in this house with Davide. But in this family. They value me in a way I never felt valued growing up. Back home, I was always the fifth child, the unwanted girl, the problem.
But here, with my husband and his family, I feel like I have a place of my own.
And that’s all I’ve ever wanted.
“Oh, god, not this one again,” Elena complains as Laura navigates to an extremely shady-looking streaming service in some sort of Eastern European language. The text is all in Cyrillic. “You made a huge mistake, Stefania. I should be mad but that was such an adorable little moment.”
“Prepare yourselves for two-and-a-half hours of the most gruesome body horror imaginable,” Laura says sounding downright gleeful.
“Bring it on.” I toss popcorn into my mouth and plop down on the couch, ready to suffer for my family.
Chapter 43
Stefania
It’s a warm, comfortable mid-summer evening. Freddie raises her glass of wine and clinks it against mine. We’re sitting together on chairs out front of her house under a little porch awning. The oasis is quiet this evening, despite the myriad of guards lurking all over the place, and I feel lazy and happy in a dozen different ways.
“I heard that Laura’s been spending time with you and Elena.” Freddie smiles at me over her drink. “Is the rumor true?”