I didn’t know where I was running to. I just needed to be far away from that house and from her. 

Harold must’ve seen the look on my face when I burst out the front door, because he didn’t ask questions. He just opened the car door and said softly, “Where to, ma’am?” 

I didn’t even think. “Anywhere that isn’t here.” 

He glanced toward the mansion, as if expecting Scott or someone to come chasing after me, but no one did. The gates opened, and Harold drove. 

We ...