After five hours on the boat, stepping onto solid ground filled me with a sense of freedom, but I still had a few things to take care of before starting fresh. I had some money but had left all my belongings on the island in my hurry to escape.
At the car rental place by the dock, I rented a car I could return anywhere. Since it was just after lunch, I decided to grab a bite to eat before hitting the road.
I drove through the rest of the afternoon and into the night until I finally arrived at Pine Lodge in New Mexico.
I pulled up outside a rundown house with boarded-up windows and debris scattered in the yard. Beer bottles and needles surrounded me. Pine Lodge, just outside Roswell, was a poorer area where we kept to ourselves, trying to stay out of the nearby town. We held a disdain
