“Everyone trusts me.” She sounded bitter about it.
“You’re a pretty girl - a lovely girl. Clever too; and kind - looking after your friend, looking out for her. I wish I was twenty years younger and there was a hundred pounds less of me. If you get it together and leave that place, need some place to stay, you know where I am.” It was as far as he could go. “Come on now, I’ll take you back.”
The night clerk was asleep as they slipped out. In the car, they spoke only the once, when they had almost arrived.
“Don’t you think,” she started, then began over. “If you think I should get out of there, why are you driving me back?”
“I’m driving you back because you haven’t decided to leave. You need to make that choice, not for me make it for you.”
“You sound just like Matthew,” she replied be
