Then came the day after the guilty verdict. She just couldn't go to prison with people who were angry, cruel and lost. Surely, this wasn't the way her life was supposed to go. On impulse, she found herself packing a bag and then getting in the car and driving away. Nervously climbing onto the freeway with her heart racing, telling no one that she was going. She drove for fourteen hours without stopping to rest. Then, after a few hours of fitful sleep, continued on, still without destination. She pushed on and on, first stopping in St. Louis. Angela stayed low profile, finding a job as a shipping clerk in a warehouse. She changed her name and her appearance. After three months, she got nervous and moved on to Grand Junction, Colorado, where she worked as a data input clerk.
She took a year
