So she ran the night before the wedding. She left a note on her pillow. Took a new ID. Crossed state lines. Changed her hair. Became Lina. She had worked in different cities, different jobs. She had never expected to form a bond with someone else living in fear.
One night while cleaning at a hospital, she heard soft sobs in a quiet room.
“Do you need a nurse,” she asked gently.
A weak voice answered. “No one here can help me.”
Inside she found a woman in a hospital bed with a cast on her leg and tears in her eyes. Her name was Holly Grant. By coincidence Holly was the late wife of Colin Hale. Her face still held traces of beauty under the bruises.
“They said my brakes failed,” Holly whispered. “They did not fail. Someone tampered with them.”
Tessa sat down beside her. “Who would hurt you,” she asked.
“Kira Bloom,” Holly said, eyes full of fear. “She has followed Colin since they were young. She never forgave him for choosing me.”