"Okay, I’m ready," Alessia says in a firm voice, sitting on the couch, next to me but not touching me. She has Joseph's clothes on and looks extremely fragile right now, even though she tries to appear serious and strong. "I'm ready for you to explain to me, first of all, why the hell we are in a house that has no decent furniture but lots... and lots of money, guns, and if my movie-induced wisdom doesn't fail me, there are lots of drugs too. All over the place."
"We're in our safe house," I start, wringing my hands before bringing one of my them up to the damp hair at the back of my neck, "First of all, it’s really not my place to tell you everything, but my mom said I should do it and you're going to make me spill it anyway so I’ll start here: we’re in our safe house. We own this little
