Chapter 31

Once Gail was sure her aunt slept, and she wouldn’t have to see that old bat’s face, she gathered up the duffel bag with what little clothing she had left. Her anger hadn’t cooled since her fight with Joel that afternoon. God, she was an idiot. How could she trust him? Or her aunt, for that matter? Did everyone see her as some gullible, naïve pawn that they could play with as they pleased?

Gail slung the duffle up onto her shoulder and left the room. Despite her anger, she tried not to make any noise as she left the house. “Good Riddance,” she said to the dark house before getting in her car. No longer worried about making noise, Gail slammed the door. 

Pressing on the gas, she backed out of the driveway, spraying gravel everywhere. Gail sped out of the driveway and down the tiny road. She didn’t know where she was