Chapter 77

• Kathryn ended up back at the clubhouse less than twenty minutes later, watching several club members loitering around the front entrance. Most of them were smoking while others drank. The atmosphere seemed tense, which was something she just couldn't seem to escape. Stepping from her borrowed car, she slung her duffel bag over her shoulder, the weight of it not nearly as crushing as leaving Daniel.
• God, she'd told him she needed space and she hated that he'd actually let her leave. But what was the alternative? That he held her hostage until she agreed to stay with him?
• That wouldn't solve anything, and it would just take another decision away from her. It would just be another aspect in her life she truly had no say over.