“We’ll be safe here. My military buddies live here. One of them’s the sheriff. He’s already got new papers for us.” Taylor is silent. She’s not crying anymore. She’s shell-shocked. “Your name is Alison Lane now…” He pauses. “I’m so sorry.” Michael couldn’t know then that she would thrive for four years in Leavenworth, graduate from high school—fall in love. Or that their troubled past would rise again when O’Leary and his men found them.
