Chapter 38

ISABELLA

"Do you like soccer?", I hear Lorenzo's voice, and I nod before looking at him.

"Yeah, I used to watch it when I was waiting for my dad to come home every night.", I say, going back to watching the soccer match.

We fall silent again, and I lie on the sofa, trying not to think about my father. I blink my eyes, wondering mentally if he doesn't have other things to do.

He's a dangerous man, surely he has more interesting things to do than just stay here with me.

I close my eyes, trying to concentrate and not think about my father, but I feel the tears in my eyes again. I just lie there and cry, knowing that he's looking at me right now.

"Maybe he'll make it...", I raise my head to listen to him and dry my eyes, seeing his eyes fixed on my face.

"What if he doesn't? Am I going to stay here forever? I want to go back to my house and my life.", I say, looking at him, and he nods.

"I know, I know you want that.", he says quietly, and