Loved by the Villain
Zack says, the Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.
Lizzie sighs. “You’re not the only one to be blamed. I’m too, I wish I had never left Venezuela in the first place.”
“Stop blaming yourselves,” now I’m the one who squeezes Lizzie’s hands.
“No,” she shakes her head. “I won’t rest unless you’re cured and living a happy life. When is your next appointment?”
“Tomorrow,” Zack replies on my behalf.
“Don’t forget to send me the address, Emmy,” she cups my face. “I’ll be there for you.”