Summer’s POV
I don’t know how long we were on the plane but Art never left my side, not like he really had a choice in the matter. Every time Dean would come into the room, I would pretend to be unconscious. It was Art’s idea and it was working. He kept telling Dean how worried he was that I wasn’t waking up and he sounded so convincing. All Dean would say is we will see when we land and then walk away.
So much for caring, ha.
When we were alone, we were coming up with a plan to try to get out of here. Art wanted to get a hold of Toya and make sure that she had extra bags packed in a spare car at the end of the property and make sure she was able to get a hold of Lucas. She would sneak out and drive to meet us at the hospital and hide out until I was released and we would try to get bac
