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My life had changed so drastically within the last forty eight hours.
One moment I was Emily Côte cancer survivor patient with a bright future, the next a Carsarro whore fleeing from Tampa leaving everything and everyone behind including my engagement ring. I didn't take it with me just in case I get tempted to pawn it. It might be traced and that's a chance I wasn't willing to take.
I had no other alternative but to run to flee from the madness descending upon me. To a small town called Monticello a four hour drive from Tampa.
Monticello has a population of just over three thousand residents, he wouldn't find me I had slipped away unnoticed. Twenty more miles according to google, the closer I got the more my nerves rattled me.
What the hell am I doing, who the hell does this, run away from their life leaving a sick mother behind. I did with no regrets.
After Nickolai left I moved my mother to a private nursing home, paid my bills six months in advance, left Jose in charge of the bar and had given Ms Kent a two months paid vacation until I returned. If I ever planned on coming back my existence just an illusion.
I changed my number cut my hair shoulder length and dyed it auburn. I even changed my name so I wasn't no longer Emily Côte but Alena Scott thanks to José who helped me acquire my fake ID within hours. My sudden departure would not have been possible without his help.