When we woke up from our short nap, I saw Hope looking at the ceiling with a bored expression, and then she looked at me while biting her lower lip trying to hide a smile. “You’re smiling, Hope. What happened last night? You seem pretty happy this morning.”

“Nothing happened last night,” she replied and started playing with my hair. “I went to the club and met someone, it was very nice and I met his friend, they told me how beautiful you are and that they want you for themselves so we had dinner and now we’re having breakfast.”“Well, good for them. I wish I was as lucky as...