"They found out where she lives."
I felt the weight of his words — the way he stiffened, the way his eyes shifted to me.
I pressed my lips together, wanting to ask what was wrong. But Anthony strode toward me.
"Go to your room, Alicia."
"Is something wrong?"
He didn't answer. Instead, he pressed a kiss to my forehead and murmured,
"I'll make sure nothing is."
I nodded, confused, but whispered goodnight and left.
In my room, I rubbed my hands over my lips, holding on to hope that he would keep his word.
My gaze drifted to the cupboard where the picture sat. I shook my head and slipped into bed.
******
The next morning, I woke earlier than usual.
I pushed open the curtains, letting the sunlight spill into the room, warm on my face.
"Ahh… a good dose of medicine."
My lips curved into a soft smile.
I couldn't wait to see Anthony. Couldn't wait to share another morning with him — one where he wouldn't rush off to work.
