Chapter 35

• It would kill her. Sandro—no, she wouldn't think of him. She wouldn't cry for him, wouldn't feel betrayed; she'd known it wouldn't end well. She never should have slept with him. Maybe then, she wouldn't feel so ripped apart. Worse, the thought of him touching Valerie hurt more than the knowledge that he'd known she meant nothing, while making her feel like everything.
• A voice urged her to turn back, to wait. She had no money, no plan, but her paycheck was coming. She should wait. But rational thought was gone.
• Fear did that—stripped away reason, leaving only the instinct to flee. So she did.