Chapter 8 Small

• Giulia
• My conscience kept repeating this question vehemently: "What are you doing, Giulia?" And I didn't know how to answer it easily.
• The only time I thought I was right was that day when I dressed like a slut and asked for his help. But I couldn't stop wondering if that was the right thing to do. I spent the day pacing from place to place, trying to imagine what I would do, how I would get out of this, and how we would stay away from the city.