I say, one arm around her while I steer with the other, my own throat tight. “I know. But it’s over now. I promise you, it’s over. You’re safe.”
We stop at the same diner we used to go to before I left, a little hole-in-the-wall place that serves the best burgers in three counties and makes milkshakes so thick you need to let them melt for five minutes continue reading …
