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place. A nobody, that people didn’t even see on their way to somewhere else.
    It wasn’t me.
     

 
     
    Chapter 3
     
    Sierra
     
    I put my head in my hands as Dick was driving me home. My heart was beating too fast, and I had to focus to breathe in and out. My chest felt so tight, it might explode.
    Being completely overwhelmed— I hated it… but it was so invasive and intense that I couldn’t help stop feeling it. I hated myself for it. Victor intended to scare me, so why was I still thinking about him and the rush it gave me when he was pressing against me?
    I should hate him for doing that to me. I did hate him. But I also kept thinking about the way it felt when he pinned me against the brick wall with his whole body, and how turned on he obviously was as he whispered those terrible words to me. Then how gently he held me and told me he wouldn’t hurt me.
    I just wanted to turn off my mind and go home where it was safe.
    “How did Lola leave without me seeing her?” Dick demanded.
    “ There must be a back door.” I rubbed my neck where Victor’s thumb had touched me. “You’re the cop. Don’t you know anything?”
    He glanced at me again. “What happened in there? You’re dead white.”
    “It’s a meat market, a terrible place,” I told him dully. “I think it’s dangerous.”
    “What was Lola doing?” he demanded, his voice rising.
    “Nothing. She was talking to a man and another couple. I saw them sitting at a table.”
    Somewhat mollified, he glanced over at me. “Then what’s wrong? What happened to you?”
    I couldn’t get into it with Dick. It was my own fault for being so stupid. I let Victor tie me up. I had taken the blind leap, for whatever reason, and I was lucky the guy wasn’t truly rotten to the core because much worse than a few mean words could have happened.
    “It’s just a little shocking, is all, to see my sister in a place like that.” I put my head back in my hands, hoping that would shut Dick up. I didn’t want to talk to him about it.
    I needed to talk to Lola. Desperately bad, I needed my sister.
    ...
    I lay on my couch feeling drained, like I had run for miles. Around eleven I got a text from Dick asking if Lola had come home. I ignored it.
    Eventually I went to bed to toss and turn, thinking about what Victor had done to me and wishing I could stop. I felt anxiety, shame and even worse, like a fool.
    So I was not in the best mood when Lola finally showed up after breakfast, looking radiantly happy.
    “Where have you been?” I demanded, even though it was such a cliché.
    “None of your business,” Lola retorted with a laugh.
    I glared after her as Lola went into our bedroom. It was jammed with the two single beds and our dressers, and was dark because the window looked out on an airshaft.  I had always shared a room with Lola—at least we weren’t in the same bed anymore.
    Lola was the baby of our big family and by the time we both had arrived one right after the other, our mom was done with raising kids. When we were girls, we relied on our older half-brothers to take care of us while our mom worked as a cashier and our dad got up early to go to the bakery. Lola and I stuck together and scrapped together to get our fair share of peanut butter and cereal. We always relied on each other, even before the divorce.
    I waited impatiently for Lola to get out of the bathroom, the unpaid bills clutched in my hand. Lola was singing in the shower, like she didn’t have a care in the world.
    When Lola finally emerged, she stood in the doorway drying her long dark hair with a towel. I could have been looking in a mirror—people assumed we were twins all the time. Mutts, my oldest brother called us, but genetics had won out, taking the best of what our ordinary parents had to offer. Lola’s skin was creamy pale, like mine, contrasting with her vibrant dark eyes and hair. We both were curvy in the right places.
    “I found these two bills in the drawer,” I said