Vito took a step back, putting space between us like he always did. His expression went flat and professional. "Let's check your assignments first."
My face fell before I could stop it.
Back when I lived with the Sanders, I'd barely been old enough for school. I was the youngest, the spoiled one, the baby everyone let get away with everything. My parents used to say that as long as I was happy and healthy, nothing else mattered. My brothers would wave me off with big grins and tell me not to worry, that they'd always take care of me. Even Elena, who could have been strict, would just pat my head and tell me a little mischief never hurt anyone.
I had grown up free, undisciplined, and loved without conditions. No one had mapped out my future before I could walk. I was just allowed to exist and be happy.
Then I ended up on this island, and everything changed.
