Chapter 43: Roxy

There was still a lot I had left to do; what if I screw up by telling them where I’d come from? My heart felt sick as I realized I was at some sort of crossroads. Honestly, I hadn’t thought this far ahead, which is stupid now that I think about it. It would’ve been my first question had I been the one in her shoes. Jason squeezed me where he was now hugging me around my shoulders, and for some reason, I wanted more than anything to trust him. It’s been less than twenty-four hours, and already I find myself wanting to accept that he was genuine, something that scares me more than a little bit. I haven’t trusted anyone anywhere for a long-long time. Even uncle Mike has been kept at arm’s length since my escape, but that’s another story.