CHAPTER NINE
KATE
I drive extra careful on the way home checking the rearview mirror approximately every 2.5 seconds. Bile rises in my throat and I want to pull over to throw up but I can’t let you know the extent of the damage that asshole has done. Equally, I can’t be sure he won’t be there on the side of the road waiting. I wouldn’t put it past that sick bastard to follow us home. But then why would he? He already has our information. You don’t know this, of course. You think I gave him the fake ID’s and I meant to, I really did. Until I couldn’t find yours, and well, I was so worried about you taking the beating, that I did what I had to do in the moment.
“Did he hurt you?” you ask once again. You slur your words as you speak, and your gaze is off. Understandably. Still, it’s starti
