Julia
Crossing the state line and entering Wisconsin, I had a flashback of driving the rental car into the unknown. At this point in the journey, I'd been concentrating on what I was leaving behind. Three weeks later, I wasn't leaving anything behind as much as I felt that I was going toward my true life, the one I wanted with my entire heart and soul.
Van and I had yet to discuss Phillip or anything else in much detail. One of the reasons for our lack of discussion was the men in the front seat. It was reassuring to see Michael and I now knew my bodyguard's name was Albert. In some way I'd grown accustomed to both of them. That said, Donovan Sherman was too private of a man for me to ask him with an audience present to explain how we'd come to this point.
As the landscape changed wit
