This was it. This is what my life had turned out to be like. I felt like a fugitive, a fugitive with a child and two innocent people I had taken hostage. I knew Preston and Jade had a plan for all this but what did I have? I had panic attacks, this is what I brought into this fiasco. While the others were professional killers I was a love-struck single parent with a tendency to break into panic attacks. Could I be more pathetic? Dear universe, why? It turned out I could indeed be more pathetic because the guilt of roping innocent people into my crazy life was not enough, no, I had to add in a little self-loathing to my current situation. My poor son, he was stuck with a wimp of a father, no wonder he adopted Preston as his other parent. I sighed heavily and looked out the window. We had be
