“Did it work?”
The question hung in the air.
“No,” I admitted.
Then I glanced at him.
“But now I know who the good people are.”
That night we checked into a small hotel near the highway.
For the first time in months, neither of us had to worry about Lisa’s comments or her rules.
No walking on eggshells.
No pretending.
Just peace.
The next morning my phone exploded.
Missed calls.
Text messages.
Voicemails.
News articles.
Somebody had posted a video online.
