Sixteen
Ellie
“It’s about time you wake up,” Owen teases from across the room. He turns off the television and sits down on the bed beside mine. I look over at the window and the sun shines through the sides of the draperies.
Groaning, I sit up and rub my eyes. I remember falling asleep in the truck and then waking up briefly to walk into the hotel room. “What time is it?”
Owen nods toward the bedside clock. “Four o’clock. I’m hungry. We need to get you something to eat. You haven’t eaten all day.”
My stomach agrees. I yawn and slide off the bed. The room is moderately sized with two queen beds and a kitchen. “Is it okay to go out in public? I don’t know how all of this protective custody stuff works.”
He stands and grabs my bag off the floor and sets it on the bed. I rummage through
