Truth be told, I'd thought it'd be more exciting. opening a bank account, putting money in, getting a credit card with my name on it.
But really it felt like I was signing my death certificate. What if we were being too obvious? What if Kaleb interpreted it for what it was, a trap. Staying in a hotel, getting a credit card, signing up for a phone plan. A month to month contract of course.
Roman didn't share my concern, instead of continuing to think of ways to put my name out without shouting it over the radio. We'd spent the entire morning running errands, ducking through the blizzard like conditions into store after store. He didn't say as much but I knew that he wanted today, with him, to be the last time I was out roaming before he got back. I wasn't sure if he'd demand it, force me
