Abbey’s POV
We’re closing in on our destination, but my mind is full of our conversation, how I admitted that I wanted more with Lincoln, that I agreed to marry him! This is insane!
I’m on the run from human traffickers, my daughter and I are in physical danger and I’m about to step out of this truck like bait on a hook. Heck! I’m still married to Paul! I never had the opportunity to file for divorce, what with running across the country for the last two and a half years . . but as each issue flicks through my mind, for some reason, I can’t bring myself to care because deep down, saying yes feels like the only option that was ever going to happen.
Pulling into the parking lot, everything goes out of my mind as we roll to a stop in one of the parking spaces a few rows from the building.
