Chapter 17
The direct bus to Miami was mostly lights-out for the few hours during the night. Charlotte sat in her seat and stared out the window, unable to sleep.
Jack would have made the ride tolerable, but he was out of her life now.
And he’d never be on a cheap bus again.
While she’d slept in the back room of her father’s store a few times when things were busy or she wanted a break from Nancy, she’d had the key in her pocket and felt safe. She hadn’t been surrounded by strangers whispering about how expensive drugs were, and where to get a hit.
Jack had taken an overnight bus a few years back when he’d toured colleges—she hadn’t realized how worried she should have been.
Her hair stood on end and she didn’t dare move or breathe wrong to draw attention to herself, or that she was
