A memory is a star or a stain.
~David Jones~
Romano
" It's not safe for you to come with me, Bella Mia," I gently told Bella. She was seated on the edge of a couch; her face turned up to look at me, her eyelids dropping with tears, gripping her hands tightly together as if she was afraid she might break something.
"I want to come too, " she stated forcefully, glaring at me like she was daring me to urge; I did not, not because I couldn't but because she seemed determined to come along. But what stopped me from arguing was how she looked at that moment, alone and afraid when I was right there. I hated that look on her. It was as if she was scared the same thing might happen again, or maybe it was because she remembered what they did to her.
"Tell me what you expect?" I i
