22JessieThe ride to the motel was the longest half hour of my life. I was terrified that I wouldn’t get there in time to help Gina. God, if he let anybody hurt her…! How many people were there? What were they doing to her? I felt sick just thinking about it.
I couldn’t think that way. I told myself not to. She would be just fine. I would get to her in time, and she would be all right. I would find a way.
How, though? How would I get her away? What did I have that he would take? Money? Sure, I would give him money. Every last cent I had, and that was saying something. My parents had left me fairly well-off. I’d hand over the keys to my house, even. Anything it took to get her away from him.
But even then, was that a guarantee that he’d let her go? No. It was a sobering reality to come to
