Lyn had already planned ahead what to take. Sunni had helped the woman and her daughter settle into their private room, then took them to the dining hall for a late supper. Mariah’s stomach growled as she drove home, glad that Lyn had taken the first step to helping herself, to being her own best friend. When Mariah pulled into her driveway, she saw that Roland still hadn’t come home. Lyn had predicted he would be out drinking until late. Perhaps he would come to his senses when he found the house empty, and seek the help he desperately needed, but she feared that, like many abusers, he was too self-centered to admit to his own flaws. That saddened her as she hit the garage remote and waited for the door to rise. What was she going to do about Wyatt? Seeing Roland tonight and seeing herself in Lyn had made it clear; she couldn’t risk going back. She would be wise to not trust another man. Except not all men were like Jasper and Roland. She eased into her parking spot, cut the engine and sat a moment as the door lowered into place.
