It was almost dawn by the time I turned on the lights in the safe house.The place on Third Street in the East District was an old warehouse converted into apartments. It had bare concrete walls, exposed wiring along the ceiling, and only a bed, a table, and one chair for furniture.But the window faced east, and dawn slowly crept in, spilling across the tabletop.I sat on the edge of the bed, watching the light creep inch by inch across the floor as I thought about how to make Vincenzo let me go.The contract had expired, but that did not mean Vincenzo would let me go.Legally, we were still married.For nine years, he had been used to controlling everything. He was used to treating me like I belonged to him.No piece of paper would make him give me up. He had to believe it was his choice to let me go.So I needed him to feel guilty.I sent Vincenzo a text."Vincenzo, the contract is up."I don't want your money, your house, or anything else of yours."I want to leave."Noon, the coff
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