HIS TO DESTROY
na nee
gne or bourbon or the iron weight of his body pressing into hers night after night, fi
, not violently – no, he didn't bruise unless he meant to – but
or a walk. It
meant they wouldn't pass out too q
er two ahead, as she wandered off the paved courtyard path and into the outer l
eeveless blouse, unbrushed curls fal
er mind worked through the maze of Lucien's strange inconsistencies – how he never asked questions, how he always knew when she lied,
e the official grounds ended and the f
irt with bare feet and two butterflies perched on his wrist like h
readbare white shirt two sizes too big, the sleeves rolled up like
p when she appro
his knuckles like they belonged to him. Cata
elsewhere – like this part of the land didn't e
oy wouldn't be here. He would be locked up, protected, hidden
nd strange and abandoned just far enough away from the main
ly, voice almost br
name?" He d
just unreadable. Like he'd heard language o
d pulled out a wrapped caramel, holdi
rs, and tucked it into his shirt pocket lik
oss-legged with a stick and a line of ro
watched. On the third visit, she brought pa
, but the shape was there. By the f
ly. Two: his name was Gabriel. He had written it, s
mething cold unfurling in her chest. Gabriel. I
his sleep. She thought about asking Isa to run a ba
te by a distant cousin, not until she could feel in her gut what
ow slept besi
-
the strap on his sandal, kneeling in the dirt, her finger
ce. Her knees buckled
t soaked in gasoline. She tried to call f
was Gabriel's face, still and silent, butterflies
warm and filtered through gauze cur
was too soft. The
pital. She was stil
tightly, hands folded in her lap. She wore the pale blue
"Careful, señorita. You fai
scanned the room. No mach
the bedside table, and a fa
er. Cleaned her. Bu
dn't know. Or if he
her throat
in by the guards. One of them s
y?" she ask
The midwife
s fi
e's fine. Like he
hing no one wanted her to dig into. Catalina shifted
's what you're thinking," the
been trying to te
lled. "What
n's eyes
regnant,