C14 You are perfect for me

“Tomorrow,” he says. “And don’t forget what I said, Natalia.” He looks down at me, his expression possessive. “You’re mine.”

I smile softly, feeling a warmth inside. “Okay.”

He turns to leave, and I watch him go before I head up to the house. When I knock on the door, it takes a moment for Mom to answer. Her face falls when she sees me, and I can tell she’s been drinking.

“Natalie,” she says