CHAPTER 43

  THINGS WILL CHANGE

  Rebecca’s story

  The quickness with which he told me this made me realize he wasn’t kidding. He was still gazing into the distance over my shoulder. I could feel his heavy breathing in the back of my head. I twisted in his arms until I was facing him. My eyes begged for an explanation. Tears slowly formed and threatened to roll down my already burned cheeks. I wanted to keep myself strong, but the weight of what he had just said was pressing my heart so hard that not only could I barely breathe, but I was having a hard time making a coherent sentence.