La camminata verso la residenza dei King mi sembrò una marcia verso un campo di battaglia. Sistemai il tessuto ruvido della camicetta di Jenna, quella abbottonata fino al mento per nascondere i peccati di una codarda. Avevo le sue chiavi, la sua fede nuziale e un decennio di furia protettiva che mi ribolliva sotto la pelle.

me. But I was ready. I had found the hidden stash of money he’d been stealing from Jenna’s meager paycheck, along with evidence of his illegal gambling debts.

When the police arrived, I was the one who met them at the door—bruises (Jenna’s old ones) visible, voice trembling just enough to be convincing. I showed them the “ledgers” I’d found. I told them I was terrified for my life.

Travis was hauled away in handcuffs, screaming that “that woman isn’t my wife,” but everyone just assumed he’d finally lost his mind.

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The Switch Back

A week later, I drove back to the outskirts of Riverside. I parked the car a mile away and walked through the woods to the perimeter of Silver Pines.

Jenna was waiting by the service entrance, wearing the gray sweater. She looked different. The quiet of the facility, the regular meals, and the safety of the

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