Dear sweet merciful God, I thought. I hate this stupid safe house. Please give me a plan so I can get out of here. You are a just and fair God.

I looked at Josh. He seemed very uncomfortable. I looked at him, thinking for a moment.

“I’ve got a plan.” He instantly perked up.

“Really?” he asked excitedly.

“Yeah. We get the hell out of here and wander around until I come up with a good plan.”

“You said we’d get caught.”

“I said you’d get caught.”

“You still said—”

“Just get out before I change my mind.” He hurried out, me following close behind. Now that I thought about it, maybe I did know him.. but that was years ago. I’d put all that behind me. I wasn’t that same person.

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