Tony's grip tightened on my arm, knuckles white. "You stay away from Fernando. You hear me, Gina? He ain't good for you."

There it was again, that suffocating control. I wasn't a child anymore, a scared refugee clinging to his coattails. I slammed my own hand down on his, pushing him back a step. "You can't tell me what to do, Tony. No more. I am not a baby anymore."