(Mira)
Two days later Ridge told me to pack a bag.
He didn’t tell me where we were going. Just said to pack enough for a week and not to ask questions. I packed anyway and didn’t ask questions because I’d learned by now that Ridge would tell me what he wanted to tell me when he was ready.
He carried me to the truck before the compound was properly awake. The morning was gray and quiet. I looked back through the passenger window as we pulled out of the gates and felt something ease in me when Crosswell disappeared behind us.
We drove north.
Ridge didn’t turn the radio on. I didn’t ask him to. I watched the road and the fields and the towns that passed outside the window and after a while I stopped trying to figure out where we were going. I just let the distance grow.
I fell asleep so
