I slept at Richard’s last night.
He did not ask questions when he saw how pale my face was, he just understood.
Perez and Richard only knew bits and pieces of me but not the full history.
They didn’t know my real name was Dasilva and that Beka was just a clip off from my tribal name Thobeka. I couldn’t ever bring my mouth to say as much.
Rafa telling me I had a target on my head and threatening me had completely shaken me.
That was why I slept at Richard’s.
Because no matter how hard I had tried to end my life before, I wanted to end it on my own terms.
The thought of being killed by someone else unnerved me.
I was feeling the sudden urge to change my hair again, maybe wear contacts.
Leave California entirely too.
The place has always been too expensive anyway.
But Richard had
