Trigger warning : This chapter contains scenes many viewers will feel uncomfortable about, so please scroll if you don't wish to read it. I'm giving you a warning because this chapter is pretty dark and abusive.
I walked toward the back of the church, my hand reaching for the heavy iron handle of the door. I was ready to go back to Mrs. Gable’s, pack my things, and move even further west. I’d find a job, a real one. I’d change my name legally. I would start over.
But life has a cruel way of letting you taste hope right before it rips the floor out from under you.
Over the next two days, I lived like a ghost. I planned my exit with a feverish intensity, ready to vanish into the horizon for good.
Yet, on my final day in Oakhaven, a strange, magnetic pull hit me. I felt a desperate urge
