Chapter Nineteen
Mallory
Ginny looked terrified, but I must have seemed safe enough for her to hazard getting in the car with me. I unlocked the doors and she climbed in. She was wearing denim shorts and a pink tee shirt and for the life of me I couldn’t tell how old she was.
“You’re safe now,” I told her, sounding confident although the truth was that I wasn’t sure. “You’re welcome to stay with me as long as you want. I’m on my way to a safe place—a house near the North Carolina/Virginia border.”
Her eyebrows drew together as she tried absorbing this.
I continued. “I have friends there and we can join them. They grow their own food and they’re in a very, very quiet area so there shouldn’t be too many people there. Or no people there.” I was starting to drive away again.
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