She scanned the room one last time and then grabbed her phone again. The car she drove was paid off but paid for with her father’s money and she didn’t want to give him any excuses or advantages in the fight that was coming next. Instead she called a cab from Missoula and told dispatch that the car had to stop at the end of the driveway and not turn in. “Have them call me from there. It’s important. Please.”
Her next call was to one of the few friends she’d made at the factory, one of the ladies from the office. She always worked the weekend office shift and could provide the perfect distraction. “In fifty minutes I need you to call my father. Make up a reason. Just keep him on the phone for at least twenty minutes. Please.”
“Are you finally leaving?” she asked.
“Yes,” Martha said.
“Go
