Chapter 3Three Days Without Leaving, and That Stretch of Highway Home

For three days, they barely set foot outside that room. He played her into exactly the shape he wanted. And on the highway home, the rest stop nearly empty, he suddenly turned the car into the tree-shadows in the farthest corner, cut the engine, and turned to look at her — she already understood that look. With trembling hands, she reached to undo her seatbelt.