I spend the rest of the night planning and packing, because what I’m about to pull off won’t be easy. But it’s necessary.
Around seven I hear Wes’ door open and I freeze, praying he hasn’t heard me. Two footsteps then silence, and I know he’s standing right outside my door. I hold my breath, too afraid even that faint sound will be like an invitation. The handle doesn’t turn, and before long I hear his footsteps padding down the hall.
I wait another fifteen minutes just to be safe, and after a lingering look at the book on my nightstand I make my move.
“Where are you off to so early?” Anthony asks as I set my bags by the front door.
“I thought I’d take my stuff over to dad’s. You know, double check that I’ve got everything and that I’m not taking too much.”
“Okay. You’ll be back for d
