“What is this place?” I look around. She drops her gun but stays in my hold. “My escape.” “From?” She shrugs. “Life.” “You don’t like your life?” I’m not sure why I ask, but I’m suddenly desperate to know. Her tongue swipes across her bottom lip, and she tilts her head. “You don’t ever want to just…get away?” “Not particularly.” She sighs. “Well, I do. I’d leave forever if I could.”
