The Escape Plan
I drove straight to my best friend Katie’s apartment. When she opened the door, her face shifted from a smile to fury.
“Who did this to you?” she demanded.
“My mom.”
“You’re not going back,” she said.
“I’m not.”
In three hours, we had a plan. I had $4,000 in savings and an internship waiting in Portland, Oregon. Katie offered her second bedroom for the weekend. That night, while my family was at the rehearsal dinner, we’d grab my things and go.
