CHAPTER 16
“What do you want me to do?” Russel asks. “We’re about to take off.”
“I’m sorry about your parents,” I say. “But I can’t do this. I need to get off.”
Russel looks at me as if I’ve started speaking gibberish. I want to make him understand, but how can I? He doesn’t know who I am. He doesn’t know what I’ve done. He doesn’t realize that I never should have married him in the first place, not with all the secrets I’ve kept from him. The truth is I can’t make this trip with him to Detroit. Can’t meet his parents. I can’t keep on pretending.
I glance at the man ahead of me, the one in the Hawaiian shirt, the one that for a moment I was convinced was a younger version of Henry. If I keep seeing images of my captor every time I’m out in public, how am I supposed to lead anything res
