Chapter 3. A Wanted Life

"I need to get out of the state, I need to find a place to live. I need to...oh God! I fucking killed my husband." She said to herself in frustration while taking another sip of the cheap beer, which she bought earlier from the small store just around the corner.

She was pacing back and forth at the sleazy motel that she rented for the night. She had taken her duffle bag, and retrieved her money from the public locker. She took off her oversize denim jacket and boots, and put her cap on the bedside table. Then seconds later groaned in pain, and finally let herself took the pills for the pain.

Years of having beaten had made her resistant to the pain, she had managed to carry the bag and put on her disguise while her arm was still in a cast. Her determination was bigger than the pain itself.

Earlier she was looking for the nearest convenience store, when she finds herself in a small diner. She ordered herself a steaming hot cup of coffee and pie of the day. The wait