Gabriela 'Gabita' Dragut

I cling to Otilia like a second skin—I need her to book rooms, count cash, make the phone call I couldn’t. The state says I’m a criminal if I end this. My body’s a prison sentence they slapped me with. But I’d burn down every church and scream in every Comrade’s face if it meant my legs wouldn’t tremble like this. I’m not brave. I’m just hungry to stay alive, even if it guts her.