Chapter Sixteen
Real-life princes didn’t take real-life princesses away in golden carriages at the end of the story. That was reserved only for fairy-tales. Part of Sally wished he had. That she was in the car next to Rhys fleeing reality. But reality had a way of catching up with people and the least she could do was save him from hers. He’d done nothing to deserve a future like that.
In a couple months, she was sure he’d look back at all this and sigh with relief, think about the close call he’d had and thank God he’d gotten away so easily. It was the least she could do for everything he’d done for her.
Sally turned towards the house to see Jeannie leaning against the door-frame, clutching Brandon on her bony hip, a cigarette hanging from her mouth. She jerked her chin at Rhys’ retrea
