night, asleep in a bunk bed, waiting for me to pick her up in the morning.
“I ran,” he said. “I pulled over at this truck stop. Right where we’re sitting. I sat behind this dumpster for forty minutes trying to decide what to do.”
He paused.
“Then I called 911. I told them it was me. I waited for the cops to come.”
He pulled something out of his vest pocket.continue reading …
