I don't stop running, not even when he calls my name. I want to laugh at my luck. I want to laugh at fate. I want to laugh at the universe for doing this to me, but I find tears in my eyes instead.

What are the odds that I escaped LA to get as far away from the man as possible, only for him to find me here, with Ash?

Pretty small, it would seem.

Christ. He'd seen Ash. I can't wait around for him to come into my life and take my son from me. To where do I need to run this ...