Chapter 7
Laura grips the steering wheel tightly as she carefully drives out of Adelaide’s garage. It’s an hour before midnight, and the household is already peacefully sleeping when she left. No one is aware that she has sneaked out of the house in the middle of the night, and has taken Adelaide’s car with her, along with a bag full of her clothes.
‘Nana has been very good to me. I’m sure she will understand why I had to do this, why I had to run away.’
A few hours ago, Laura received a letter from Lance.
My beloved Stellina,
I am sorry for not contacting you for so long. You see, I flew to France on your wedding day. I cannot bear to hear or read news about your wedding. It was much too painful.
