My life is a lie. Terror courses through me at the thought of someone discovering my secret before I have a chance to figure things out, before I know for certain what happened that night. I can admit it, I ran like a coward and didn’t look back. No one expects me to be down here in the dust bowl of the forsaken, in the middle of Texas.
Three months have passed in startling silence since I left New York behind. There’s been no trace, no trail, nothing that points to this safe haven. Reporters haven’t figured out the girl they’ve been trailing in Manhattan isn’t me. Thank God.
Down here, I’ve kept my head down. No one knows what I’ve done. They can’t. But four simple words make my heart slam into my chest. The air is ripped from my lungs as I stare at the glowing computer screen.
I KNOW YOUR SECRET.