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After closing the front door, Harlow turned her back on it and took a breath. Looking down at her bare ankle, she tried to recognize what she was… herself again. There were no bounds, no rules. No more obligations to anyone.
From being idle, and living on pause, she got moving fast. Running up the stairs, her mind was racing with plans on what she’d need to pack. Being thorough, she tossed everything into one large suitcase and grabbed the phone to call a cab.
She’d just put the phone on the nightstand and was thinking about money when Lena came into her bedroom. Ryske had access to all of her bank accounts, so Harlow assumed they’d be empty.
“Do mom and dad still keep money stashed under that figurine in the dining room?”
Lena nodded. “There’s around a hundred bucks.”
“Okay,” she
