The part that believes this is all a sham and that, sooner or later, she’ll go back to trying to escape. That if given the choice, she won’t look twice before she leaves. I thought I’d gotten used to people leaving when I was a child. First Aunt Annika, then Mom, then my father. But the idea of Lia joining them strikes a completely different chord. One that keeps me awake at night, racking my brain to find a solution.
