At a red light, I relaxed back into my seat and fiddled with the ring that was still on my finger. I had forgotten to give it back. I don't think I would want to give it back, either. I wanted some part of the life I had lived for twenty-five years to share with me—a part where there was no deception.
I didn't have much that I was taking with me: just a pair of clothes, my identification and the details of my new bank accounts. It had taken me a day to set it all up.
Daisy had helped considerably in getting me a new identity, again. I was causing the woman grief, but I hoped that it would give her something good in return. I know that she was going to meet Ethan again when I left. The least I could do was play the wicked matchmaker, though unknowingly, and have someone come out happy from all the mess I had gotten myself into.
