Chapter 21

In the afternoon, a truck slowly rolled out of the estate. It was the garbage truck that showed up like clockwork every day, picking up waste from the estate to haul away for disposal. No one inside suspected that Camila had snuck into the back of that truck, hiding among piles of trash to make her escape. The smell in there was absolutely rank, enough to make someone gag, but as Camila watched the scenery flash by outside, she felt this unbelievable lightness, like all the weight on her shoulders had finally been lifted. She'd done it. She'd really gotten away. No one gave chase, no one caught onto the fact that she'd slipped out literally in a truck full of garbage. She couldn't help the smile tugging at her lips. Holding the bag tight in her arms, her eyes lit up with relief. It was the same bag Prescott had taken from her before-passport, ID, phone, all those crucial things were inside. With that, she could buy a plane ticket, hop on a flight, and head home. She figured, a guy like