"Lyka, could you tell me what's going on?" Nathan asks, throwing his shirt in the laundry bin and sitting beside me. "What happened in those years?"
I sighed. I guess I would have to eventually tell him. Then he grabbed my hand and I was able to proceed. I took a deep breath. "As you know, I was sent to Texas to a facility where they held me and were going to experiment on me." I pulled on the hem of the shirt that Nathan gave me to sleep in.
When I hesitated, Nathan gave my hand a squeeze and a reassuring smile. "I left quickly because of some person's stupidity and I ran. I stole some stuff along the way to support myself and slept inside mattress stores and model homes. In Tennessee I was able to see Thomas Rhett!" I remembered seeing him inside some theater with lights decorati
