My heart hammered against my ribs, my hair stuck to my forehead as I franticly tried to call Myra again and, at the same time, keep my car on the road. A rush of relief washed through me as her chirpy voice sounded at the other end of the phone,

　　"Myra. Thank god. No need to explain; pack what you need. Hannah outed me; we needed to leave. Now. I'll be there in 10 minutes, be ready to go the minute you see me. Nana's medications, some change and only the most important. The ...