Just a warning, this series deals with some heavy topics, including domestic violence. This is not a G-rated book. Read more about the book here.
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The engine whines as I turn the key, but refuses to turn over. I pull the keys out and throw them across the dash in frustration. The noise is louder than I expect and I glance in the back seat to see if Hope is still sleeping. She is.
With my phone in hand, I get out of the car, walking over to the passenger side so that I’m not next to the busy highway. The ocean spreads out in front of me in both directions, seeming to take up my whole world. I look down at the phone screen. My sleeves have hiked up my arms, and I pull them down out of habit to hide the bruises.
I don’t know if he’ll answer. He has no reason to answer. I’m afraid he’ll ignore my call. Worse, I’m afraid he’ll answer and give me hell for the way I disappeared. But I had no choice, just like I have no choice now.
His name isn’t on my phone. I’m not that dumb. But I know his number by heart. I touch each digit, pausing with a deep breath before I hit the final one. Then I hold the phone to my ear and wait. He might not answer. He might not pick up the phone because he doesn’t recognize this number. He might…
I say nothing for a moment, closing my eyes at the sound of his voice. I hadn’t realized how much it would affect me.
“Hello? Anyone there?”
“Jace.” I keep my eyes closed, listening to him breathe in my ear as the coastal wind whips my hair around my face.
“Yes, it’s me. I’m sorry it’s so early.”
“Oh my God, how are you? Where are you? Is everything okay?”
“No,” I whisper.
“I can’t hear you. There’s a lot of noise on your end. Are you all right?”
I open my eyes and look out at the ocean. It’s funny how something so large and dangerous can look beautiful and inviting from far away. Right now, it appears like glass under the first rays of the morning sun, despite the wind. It’s deceptive—how could something so monstrous appear this peaceful?
“I need you to find me. I need you to bring me home,” I tell him. He says nothing for a moment, and my doubts flare up, once again. Please don’t let me down.
“Where are you?” he asks.
“I’m not sure. Hold on.” I pull up a map on the phone. “I’ve just passed Crescent City.” I glance down the highway. Cars whip by on the narrow road, and there doesn’t seem to be anything close. “I’m out of gas and can’t go any further.”
He’s quiet, and I know he’s looking up my location.
“Crescent City is more than five hours north from here,” he says.
“I know.” I clench my hand against my jeans, praying he’ll come get me. If he refuses, I don’t know what I’ll do.
“Are you on Highway 101?” he asks.
“Yes,” I say, sighing. It’s way out of the way. I should have driven down I-5, but a detour at Grants Pass got me confused. I know I’d be closer to home if I hadn’t gotten turned around. Now, I’m still too close to the Oregon border…too close to danger.
“Okay. There’s a motel called Seaport Inn along the highway. Can you find it and tell me how far you are from it?”
I pull the phone from my ear and punch the name in.
“About three miles,” I tell him.
“Can you walk that far?” he asks. I look in the back seat. Hope’s still asleep in her car seat. I’ll have to leave it behind, along with anything else that’s too heavy to carry with Hope on my hip.
“I’m going to have to,” I tell him. “But bring Kayci’s car seat.”
He tells me he’ll call the motel and reserve a room with two beds, and to just show up and give them my name.
“I’ll be there as soon as I can,” he assures me. He’s quiet for a moment, but I hear him breathing. “Will you be okay?” he finally asks. “Are you in any kind of trouble? Is there anything I should know to prepare myself?”
I don’t know how to answer. I look up to the sky. The cloudless blue is deceiving. The wind stills for a moment, and my breath comes out in small clouds. I pull my jacket closer to my body.
“No,” I lie. “Just hurry.”
Hope for the Broken Girl releases Feb. 5, available in both print and eBook. This is the 3rd book of the Hope series. To see all books, visit bit.ly/HopeSeriesKindle.