![]() It was trouble with her that had effectively ruined his life and future. He was in this mess because of me-because of my mom. “Are you mad at me?” I couldn’t help whispering. After everything I’d agreed to do for them, they couldn’t give me ten minutes, ten private minutes, with my boyfriend before they dragged us apart. They didn’t trust us not to talk about that night, even though my testimony was the last thing on my mind. He opened the nightstand drawer and fanned the pages of the Gideon Bible. ![]() “Yeah, me neither.”īecause his body was also bruised, he rolled gingerly onto his knees, searching along the headboard. I shook my head from side to side, and his face, which was crisscrossed with cuts and swollen at the cheekbones, fell. “Have they told you where they’re taking you?” “The room is probably bugged.” He spoke so softly, I almost mistook the sound for a sigh. ![]() Bending his head close to mine, Reed breathed deeply. Details like where we would hide and how we’d keep from ending up at the bottom of the Delaware River with cement blocks strapped to our feet kept me from acting on that impulse. An alley flanked the motel, visible from the room they kept me in. ![]() ![]() My mind absorbed every detail, carefully retaining this moment so I could play it back for a long, long time after they took me away. I tried not to cry as I nestled my face into the warm curve of Reed’s neck. I lay perfectly still on the mattress, my skin hot and clammy. ![]()
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