Mirrie bit her lip, and mentally ran through everything that she’d packed. Her small backpack held her ID, money, and a change of clothes, and everything else was in her battered rolling suitcase. Not that it was much: Mirrie had decided to travel as light as possible.
She looked around now, spotted her cell phone on the sofa. Working quickly, she removed the SIM card, and then cut it into tiny pieces. She left them and the phone on the coffee table, next to the envelope of money for her landlord. She’d buy a burner if she needed to, not that she'd have anyone to call once she settled into her new life. She had resolved to not even contact Spider. She was sure Shane would be all over the poor guy, and Mirrie didn’t want to put her friend in the position of lying. The one thing that she fe
