Chapter 22
In human nature we have two very distinct urges. Call it instinct if you want. I call it a nuisance which takes control of my body and refuses to allow me to think about something else logical and make another plan. My entire being wants to make a plan, think through it in a rational and logical way, but my primal mind keeps on screaming: fight or flee! Fight or flee! Let’s face it. If I got on that train today and my mom was not coming here at all, I would have been long gone by the time that James actually figured it out and reported me as missing. My mom is a different story. I would be reported missing before I even have the chance to set foot on the train, never mind make it out of town. I would be caught and brought back to live with James, where my personal hell would continue unt
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