Chapter 80

The bedside clock glowed red—1:00 a.m. Evie lay on her back, still in her jeans and shirt, staring at the ceiling. Their bags sat untouched in the corner, a silent reminder of their escape plan.

Her thoughts churned. She still couldn’t believe they had stayed simply because Martha told them to. Every instinct in her wanted to run, to get as far from the estate as possible. But Martha had been righ