Patrick turned to me as we sped farther from the trailer park.
Patrick: Do you have any money?
Me: I only have my savings which was $150. What do you have?
Patrick: Um…never mind.
Me: I’m not going to get mad if you tell me.
Patrick: Ok fine. $450, but that’s not a lot for…everything.
Me: We can get a motel or something.
Patrick: No, my mom…she had this place in the city. An apartment and…
Me: Patrick stop talking about her. I don’t comfort people well and you should know.
Patrick sniffed and brushed the thoughts of his dead mother out of his head, changing the subject.
Patrick: So you’re free?
Me: If he finds me I swear he’ll kill me.
Patrick: That means freedom.
Me: Yeah. If living in fear counts.
Patrick: Katie, you’re forgetting you have me.
Me: How could I ever forget you? You silly goose, kiss me.
Patrick: Come here.
Patrick stopped the truck as I jumped over to sit with my legs crossed behind his back. He pulled me close and kissed me like he never had before.