“You don’t have to go to D.C. or Michigan or even that damn tree house to run away from this family, Gretchen. You just have to stop wishing that people who will never appreciate you will someday wake up and beg you to stay. And if Colton is the person I think he is, then the only place you need to run to is him.” The salty sting of tears made her blink rapidly. “He is,” she said, voice thick as she stepped from Jack’s embrace. “The person you think he is.” Jack cocked a smile. “Then what are you waiting for? Start running, honey. And don’t you dare look back.”
