GETTING INTO MEXICO was surprisingly easy, as she discovered two days later. She hadn’t seen further signs or TV warnings about her being a wanted fugitive. Wyatt’s face had also disappeared from the news, and while she should have been encouraged by that, she had a sinking sensation in her belly instead. The closer she drew to Sanctuary, the more convinced she became Wyatt wouldn’t be there. She was starting to suspect he had done something noble, yet idiotic, like turning himself in to protect her.
She still clung to the hope that she would see him, but it dimmed considerably when she was allowed to cross the border with barely more than a cursory glance at her driver’s license. She didn’t have her passport, so she would find it far harder to return to the United States if she chose to,
