t first. Matt always called me by my name-Verena Gabriel-just like my parents once did. Exc

into the evening. He made sure I went to school and felt safe. But there was something about the look in his eyes-those stran

st looked back at him with my sof

onths, and in a bl

changed e

confused, I called Matt in a panic, sobbing over t

to the nurse's room, and I cried harder when I saw him. Without thinking, I whispered, "It's you. I lo

eyes again, I was

little red, his eyes tired. He looked at me from a di

his. I nodded. "C

ft sigh. "I'll

t the hospital in silence.

nside me wa

d when I was at school. Where he went. What he was hiding. Everyone in the villa

oon hung heavy outside my

eak into M

there... would