Julia was thoroughly exhausted as she climbed into the queen-size bed of their hotel room, yet while Sebastian passed out the second his head hit the pillow, she couldn’t seem to sleep no matter how hard she tried. It had been an action-packed day and her brain refused to shut off. Earlier, they’d landed at a small airport near Albany that catered to cargo airlines, then took a cab to a car rental agency to secure a vehicle. She’d rented the car under her new name—Julie Francis—and the clerk at the desk hadn’t batted an eye when Julia handed over her fake driver’s license. Three hours later, she and Sebastian had checked into this hotel, and now here she was, wide awake, staring up at the ceiling and wondering what horrors tomorrow would bring. The events of the last couple of days continued to run through her mind like reruns of a bad sitcom. The clinic was a pile of ashes. Her friends were dead. Her life was in danger. And in between those gruesome images were snippets of actual joy—making love to Sebastian on the plane, their easy conversation, the surprisingly entertaining drive to Cambridge.
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