Cara hobbled through those awful, cold hallways for the last time. She watched as members of the Herd poured out from every corner like victorious little roaches scurrying away from the nest as the light began to shine.
That’s what Cara saw. Light. Hope.
But none of it mattered to her without Bradley to celebrate it with.
She reached the front door and burst through it, gasping for fresh air as freedom hit her. She limped over to Bradley’s car and opened the squeaky door, climbing gingerly inside.
She watched that god-forsaken building fade into the distance behind her, and tears began to well up in her eyes. She didn’t think she’d ever survive that place. Let alone twice. Her… a stupid model. That’s all she ever was to people. And she did this.
She kept driving. Around and around,
