Chapter 104

104.

Gritting her teeth and summoning the fighting strength that had kept

her enduring all those years under Aldo’s perversions, she scooped up her

backpack, shoved in the few toiletries in the bathroom, and left the motel

room. Her key was on the nightstand, and the maid would find it in the

morning—assuming they actually had a maid. She hadn’t seen one in two

days.

The bus station was less than two blocks away, and she huddled into

her hooded sweatshirt, clasped her backpack, and darted down the street.

Rain fell from the gray sky, and it perfectly matched her sour mood.

Somewhere sunny would be a nice change, and she hoped she could make it

in time to catch the bus to Atlanta. It would still take two days to reach the

Georgian capital, but she had nothing but time to kill.

The bus station was in sight when a chill ran down her spine. Mia

turned her head to the side, mouth opening in an O of surprise when she

saw Wallace step out from the mouth of an alley. Her heart h