The muted TV show played in the background, casting shadows in the dark room. I Love Lucy.

The television provided just enough light for me to count the money again- one last time. $10,000.

I smiled grimly, remembering how, at one point in my life, that much money would have seemed like a million. Now I just hoped it would be enough.

I read his note one more time, and said a silent prayer.

I reached into my purse, comforted by the cool steel of my father’s gun that I had recently started carrying. I hoped I wouldn’t need it this time.

As the credits rolled, I left the motel room, hoping beyond hope that I would soon return.