CHAPTER SEVENTEEN:
~Avery:
The routine is second nature by now. Cash for Beth and a note. Ditch the car, ditch the phone, cash for the motel, hair dye. I picked ‘Rebecca’ this time around so I don’t need to wear contacts. What sucks about Rebecca is she has white-blond hair. Which means bleach. Which means this process takes longer. But it’s still early in the day and I have time.
I drove my new beater car for about three hours and tried to keep going, leaving more distance between me and -. But I’m so tired.
I sigh aloud. There’s a sign for upcoming motels on the freeway so I take the next exit. I look for the cheapest one. I hadn’t been able to pick up a phone at my last two stops so I wasn’t able to look up prices. Or be tempted to message this handsome guy I can’t get out of my he
