PROLOGUE

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There were ten in the ten-passenger van. It was snug, but she didn't mind. Where they were headed, Grace wouldn't have to worry about food or lodging—someone else was taking care of that, someone else was in charge. It felt so good to be able to just close her eyes, blend in and be.

Her head bumped against the window in time with the tires hitting the potholes in the road. Unable to sleep, Grace listened with her eyes still closed. Her seat mate hummed to herself as she flipped through a magazine. The couple in front of her was talking about whether they'd remembered to turn off the water and lock the front door. They planned on making a phone call at the lodge.

In the back seat, the wiry guy with the tattoos was strumming on his guitar. It wasn't a song that Grace recognized, and the repetition led her to believe he was monkeying around with a new song of his own. Not bad and surprisingly not annoying given the close quarters.

Grace tried to ignore the man sitting two to her right. He probably didn't remember her anyway. It was years ago and so much had happened since then. Even so, she wondered where her life might be had she made a different choice that night.

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