Mila didn't move from where she stood.
Her back was rigid, her fists trembling faintly at her sides. Anger burned within her, but beneath it, an overwhelming emotion settled deep in her chest.
She had stopped expecting kindness from them long ago. She knew they would only hurt her. But this… this went beyond anything she had imagined.
Even knowing Bianca hated her, Mila had never thought she would go this far, plotting to sell her into a brothel.
If Valentina had not been with her, that man would have kidnapped her. Mila shut her eyes briefly. She couldn't even bear to finish that thought.
"Mila." Valentina drew her attention. "Are you okay?"
Mila shook her head, a tear rolling down her cheek. "No, I am not."
Valentina's emotionless face softened. She wrapped her arms around her. "If you want to cry, cry. Don't hold it back."
Mila inhaled sharply, but then forced the tears back.
