CHAPTER 15
“I have to get off,” I’m telling my husband. The moment the pilot told the attendants to shut the doors, I knew. Knew there was no way I could go through with this. No way I could continue on to Detroit.
“What’s gotten into you?” Russel’s voice is firm. I know I’m making a scene, but I can’t help it. I haven’t felt this trapped in years, not since I found myself in Henry’s basement.
I was fifteen, even though he insisted I was a full year younger. I told him my name was Anastasia, I begged him to let me tell my parents I was okay, but he wouldn’t listen to me.
“Your name is Jennifer,” he said. “You’re my sweet little pineapple. We’re finally together, just like we were supposed to be.”
I tried running away. After the first few weeks of compliance, he finally took the cuffs
