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martial arts stance in front of me. “Doonn’t do it Mia.” Things begin to return to real time and her voice is clearing, yes this is Gabriella I recognize her now, long black silky hair pulled into a ponytail, tall leggy and impeccably dressed with those boots, funny how at a time like this I remember her boots. She wore them to the hospital after Evan’s accident while she held vigil at his bedside.
    I stop my advance and stare in disbelief. “Gabriella?” I croak. I haven’t tried to speak since Evan choked me and now I realize it hurts when I do. “Yes Mia, I’ve come to help you, can you please put the glass and hairspray down? I had forgotten I was holding the can in my hand, I turn my head to look at it and while I’m distracted Gabriella swoops in, snatching the glass shard and knocking the spray from my other hand, how the hell did she manage that? Shocked, frozen, defenseless and alone I wait for what comes next.
    Is she on his side? Is she going to attack me now too? I don’t get a chance to answer any of my own questions before Gabriella is talking to me, she tosses the glass in the sink beside us and picks up the spray setting it on the counter. “Please Mia, you’re in shock and injured, can we look at some of your cuts, maybe bandage them up? And your neck is quite bruised, we need to have a doctor look at you.” She pleads, offering me her outstretched hand, I surprise myself and take it in mine.
    I don’t know why or what I was thinking, actually I don’t think I was thinking about anything logical at all. My only real thoughts were about her boots, those soft 4 inch high heeled brown fucking boots! I’m going to keep focusing on the boots, that’s it, just the boots.  Gabriella takes advantage of my lapse in judgment and leads me from the room by my elbow cautioning me all the while where not to step so I can avoid any more glass in my feet. “Gabriella, why, I mean how come?” “Mia don’t talk, you sound horrible, and there may be some damage to your throat please just shush.”
    She raised one finger to her lips while shushing me and leading me slowly and gently to the bedroom where I instinctively scan the room for any signs of Evan. “He’s not here honey, don’t worry, he’s at our parents’ house were I’ve been staying, he can’t hurt you now.” Scooting up onto the edge of the bed I take quick inventory of my injuries, a gash on my right palm throbs and bleeds from holding the glass shard so tightly. I’ve already seen the bruised hand prints on my neck and finally I look at my feet, they’re covered in blood and probably full of tiny pieces of glass.
    I’m a hot mess, in so many more ways than one. Gabriella stands before me with one hand on my shoulder steadying me before she leaves the room and returns with a first aid kit and a broom and dustpan. She grabbed a towel and dropped it onto the floor under my feet, sitting cross-legged on the floor before me she opens the kit and begins working on picking each tiny particle of glass from my skin. I just stare down at her in utter disbelief.
    I have so many questions first and foremost why was she in Italy? How did she know I was here? And wait a minute…did she say Evan was at their parents’ house? That can’t be right, I must not have heard her correctly but I’m taking her advice and resting my voice because speaking is truly uncomfortable. The glass removal takes a long time and some of the deeper pieces smart coming out but I never flinch or pull away. She looks up at me occasionally to see how I’m doing and I’m a little unnerved looking back into Evans twin sisters face.
    They are remarkably similar but where he is chiseled she is soft, where he is stern she is yielding. A knock on the front door of the cottage has me scooting away from Gabriella making a mess of the beautiful white duvet, a trail of blood follows me and I remember not only are my feet bleeding but I’ve been on my period for 2 days