Sierra's POV
“I ran, Arthur. Away from my fears, away from what I knew would hurt me, hurt my son and I. That was the one thing that came to my mind. Back in the city, I always feared I would wake up to Elvis gone or find him at the door forcing me back or, worse, hurting me or my son,” I sniffled.
“When the opportunity came to leave, I took it. It was less obvious. It seemed less of a run for fear but more of trying to find myself. Maybe a small part of me wanted to find myself, but for the most part, it was a run of fear.” I paused then nodded.
“When we came back, I could sleep peacefully. I had my family around. It all seemed perfect — what I wanted, what I needed and, for the most part, I was happy about it. I didn't see myself going back to the city. The peace I had here was bette
