*Caterina*
I woke up with a start, looking around and trying to figure out where the hell I was. After a few seconds, my brain managed to catch up to my situation and I remembered that I was at the safehouse. I hated the room that had been designated as mine. It was small and cramped, and the walls were painted a shade of drab gray that I could only associate with prisons.
Elio hadn’t come back the night before, so I had spent the night tossing and turning, worrying over whether or not he was safe and wondering about what was happening.
I rolled out of bed and pulled my robe over my pajamas so that I could grab some breakfast from the kitchen. I needed something to eat before I could bother with getting dressed or thinking too deeply about where the fuck Elio might be. It made me nervous that he hadn’t even texted me an update.
