Book 7: Escape Plans

Retta

I’m starting to think twice about my idea to keep Astrid. Not only did I lose out on three hundred extra gold coins, but I’ve been having to use up too many of the nine hundred that I did get for the other babies just to buy things for her.

I don’t have time to pull over and count what’s left of it, so I calculate it all in my head. First, there was the rental car so I could get as far away as I could, then there were the diapers, the formula, a car seat so she’s easier to carry, and some cute outfits for her that I’d just seen in a store window the last town back.

I shake my head. At this rate, I’ll have nothing to show for it but a cute kid with curly hair. And now, the more she’s crying, the more she’s not so cute anymore. I should have spent the money on cute outfits for myself. I step on the gas a little harder; I want to put as much distance between Rose and me as possible so she can quit screaming in my head for her babies. I’ve got en