My husband thinks I have given up any attempt at escape, but he could not be more wrong. I am more than a woman, or a mother; I am a person and will strive to be treated as such.
—The diary of Megan Jean
Mia’s eyes popped open from her dreamless sleep. The room was dark, but she could feel the body in bed next to hers. She turned over and saw Andrew; a piece of his brown hair had fallen over his forehead. He was alive and next to her, safe. One thing had gone according to plan. She thought about the last time they’d slept so close to each other. Mia had tried to kiss him; he’d woken up and yelled at her. Back then she’d thought they would never be together, but so many things had changed since that day. Mia moved her head forward and placed her lips against his.
She felt his arm pull her tighter against him. Their kiss grew deeper, but soon he was pulling away.
“I’ve missed you,” he said.
Mia did not want to speak. She didn’t want to hear an apology or make one of her own. They were past that. She didn’t want to talk about her parents’ deaths or her run-in with Grant. Right now she only wanted Andrew, and she had him. She rolled him over onto his back and climbed on top of him.
“I don’t want to separate again,” Andrew said.
Mia bent down and kissed his lips. His hands gripped her cheeks and he tried to lift his head to meet her. Then his lips closed off again.
“Will you marry me?” Andrew asked.
A small breath escaped Mia’s lips.
“Never,” she said.
His arms went up behind her head and pulled her back down toward his. She never stopped kissing him. He returned her passion and they fell into each other.