Pippa leaned back in her seat as Cade started up the car again, a smear of vomit still clinging to his chin. She had no idea where they were, or where they were going. She knew so little of what lay beyond Kilpa. From childhood she’d been taught to fear the outside world, a world filled with all kinds of wickedness. She knew they were heading north, though. The sun told her that.
Half an hour of silent driving brought them to the small town of Dixon’s Creek. She didn’t recognise the name. Why would she? Apart from a week-long honeymoon in Noosa, she’d never been farther than Mildura, and that had just been to get her driver’s licence. Pippa made a mental note of the town’s name anyway. If she managed to escape from Cade, this knowledge could help her retrace her journey.
Dixon’s Creek wa
