Chapter 57

• A small grunt escapes my lips as I struggle to pull a dress off its hanger, the fabric snagging against the others in the tightly packed closet. Lucas’s sudden intrusion this morning had left me rattled—he had barged into my room without warning, demanding that I gather my things for our departure. Behind him, poor Ruth had stood stiff as a board, her expression caught between confusion and barely restrained terror.
• Not only had Lucas refused to tell me where we were going, but he had also been infuriatingly vague about how long we would be gone. That left me with no choice but to pack for every possible scenario.
• I sigh in frustration as the dress refuses to come free.