The bruise on her neck was still tender. But nobody asked any questions – she’d become adept at covering up for his mistakes.
“Lori, table 2’s eggs are going cold!”
Through the diner window she could see that the bus to Seattle was set to leave. She’d almost saved enough to be on it.
“Lori, table 2 is still waiting!”
Lori pinned a stray blond hair back underneath her hat. The Greyhound pulled away from the car park as she returned her attentions to the morning rush. She just needed a few more weeks…just a few more, and she’d be free.