The Uber ride smelled like sandwiches and omelettes. Maybe it was the driver’s lunch from earlier, but the smell made my stomach twist. My wrist was in pain under the bandage, and every time the Uber went over a bump, a sharp sting shot up my arm. I pressed the bandage gently and tried to steady my breathing, as I kept whispering the same words to myself over and over.
“Jade, you are leaving today. You are leaving this house. You are leaving that man. You are leaving this life.”
I felt my voice breaking, so I swallowed the tears down. Not tonight. I needed a clear head. If I cried, I would start shaking, and if I started shaking, I might make a mistake. One mistake and Silas would catch me.
My phone rang in my hand. It was Helen. Thank God she called.
I tapped the screen immediately.
