Chapter 233 Take Me To My Husband

• CORRIE
• My forehead pressed tightly against the dark-tinted window, my reflection staring back at me from the glass. How long had we been on the road? I could hardly tell. But what I could tell you was how long it took to get from Baysride to Springville, how I cried, mourning the deaths of four people, and how the same three men had followed us from the helicopter all the way down to the sedan we were in now.
• One of the men was obviously the driver, while the other sat in the passenger seat, sneaking a few glances at us in the back. The third sat between Mimi and me, keeping us apart. I liked to tell myself it was because, if given the chance, I probably would have gouged Mimi's eyes out, and he was simply her bodyguard at the moment.