Amelia stared at herself in the mirror of the gritty bus station ladies room, surprised to find she was very good at hiding her feelings. None of the turmoil she felt at being separated from Luke was apparent on her face. Not even her eyes betrayed the feelings churning her insides. They were tranquil, purple pools, an odd contrast to the scratches and bruises she knew lurked beneath the make-up and the pounding of her heart. She’d seen men follow Luke into the bathroom, but not all of them. She hoped he was right, that they’d leave him alone as long as they believed he’d lead them to her. No one had given her a second look. The last off the bus, she’d attached herself to a small group of chattering women making a beeline for the ladies room.
Panic had bubbled up inside her, but it seemed
