CALISTA'S P.O.V
I stared blankly out the window, the lights of unfamiliar towns blurring past me.
This was different from when Roman and I spent time in New York; then I had been thrilled and excited, but now a quiet desperation pulled in my chest. The urgency to be away from everything I've known in twenty-three years of my life. My father, Mr Orsini, then his son Matteo and now.... Roman.
I needed to make a call, just one, but I didn't come with my phone. Roman could track it; then he'd come to drag me back to Chicago, not because he loves me or anything, but because of a twisted sense of ownership.
Well, I'm done with him. He could have Coraline. An ache throbbed in my chest; I rubbed my hand against it to soothe my pain.
I looked around the train and then to the woman who sat be
