Ellie's POV
I woke up the next morning and was feeling better about things since I had talked with Preslee. Now I just needed to figure out how to see her. If I had to behave to see or talk to my daughter I would. I could do it for her. Once I had gained enough trust and she was here I would take her and run. I've done it once before; I could do it again. Besides this time, I had the money my father left me. That will make it so much easier. When I first had her we lived in a one-bedroom apartment that I shared with Mike. Times where rough as I couldn’t work when we got there because I had so many bruises and then after I healed no one wanted to hire a pregnant woman. I found odd things to do here and there but when Preslee was three weeks old, I went to work. It was never easy doing it
