CHAPTER 19
I’m shaking by the time we get off the plane. Shaking to the point where my husband has to support me while I walk.
“Are you going to be all right?” one of the gate attendants asks.
“She’s not feeling well,” Russel answers for me. “I think we need to get her home.”
The worker tells Russel something about our bags, the kids are squirrely around me, Andrew’s demanding to know what’s happening and poor little Annie is confused and thinks we’ve already landed in Michigan.
“Where are Grandma and Grandpa?” she asks.
I can’t focus on any of this. Can’t pay attention to the conversations, the noise. I think about that man in the Hawaiian shirt, about how much he reminded me of Henry. I think about the day I escaped, the same day I discovered what happened to his daughter. I think
