Sierra
Ambrose and I have been staying at the hotel for a few nights now. Everything has been fine so far. What Ambrose doesn’t know is that I have a plan on my own to get out of here, and when I say here, I mean America. I am still trying to work out where, but I will pick soon. I have more than enough money. I have an account that no one knows about. One, my father set up for me when I was only ten and put money into it every month, so Ambrose won’t be able to trace it. I am sure he probably has details of my main account and savings too, but not this one.
I need to get out of here. Away from the danger, away from Ambrose. He shouldn’t be in danger because of me. It is easier for me to do it from here because Ambrose needs to leave every day, even for a few hours, to deal with work an
