![]() Two Thousand Lines
-- EXCERPT: Luke saw her red face and swollen eyes. “Whatever it is, I’m sorry.” “No need. Besides, maybe I just cut an onion.” “I’m not asking you why, Olivia, but also don’t feel like you have to lie to me. It’s none of my business and I know that. You don’t owe anyone an explanation.” “Then why are you here?” she turned abruptly to face him, obviously angered. “I like cinnamon rolls.” “You also don’t have to lie either.” “Mama Gigi,” Luke responded quietly. “What?” Olivia bowed her head slightly. “Mama Gigi. She said when I smell cinnamon and baking bread, if I look over here and your kitchen door is open, and I quote, ‘go to her and stay until she’s safe.’” Olivia looked up with tears welling in her eyes again, “I’ll be sure to close my door next time.” “No, you won’t. Mama Gigi said you will always have your door open when you make them. She thought whatever you were mourning was pretty strong, ‘cause it obviously made you feel suffocated.” “I miss her. I miss her so much.” Luke stood quickly and went to Olivia. He wanted to wrap his arms around her and hold her. But, as he got closer she stepped back, so he stopped. “I can’t leave until you’re safe.” “I’m never safe,” she whispered. “You’ve been safe since I got here.” ![]()
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