Strength had to come from within herself, not from others. That realization gave her the impetus to do what she knew in her heart needed to be done—go back to New York on her own and make this right, take these men down, no matter what it cost her personally. She could deal with that and hold her head high in the knowledge she’d put these men behind bars and saved other women. All she had to do was get to the airport, get on the plane…go. She couldn’t force herself to do any of it. Not without Oliver and Lucas by her side. She’d barely made it to the end of the driveway before she’d stopped. She’d loved them like crazy before. Loved them like crazy now. Yet it took more courage for her to risk her heart by telling them than it did for her to go to New York and watch the life she’d worked for crumble into dust around her feet. She was a coward, pure and simple. She could see the pattern of run, hide, take risks etched into her life. She’d tossed aside the good she’d done.
