Day 14

Difference month

What a difference a day can make in a person’s life. And for me, Samantha, it had been a month since it happened. I’ve been on the run for two weeks and now hiding in a flea bag motel for two weeks after that. No one would ever suspect that the heiress to a billionaire’s fortune would ever even consider sleeping in a forty dollar a night motel.

I ditched my Benz and near a bridge with a suicide note stuck to the steering wheel. Hopefully that will throw them off for while they send a dive team into the river looking for me. Then in disguise I bought a four hundred dollar used Honda. Something else no one would ever think to check. Hopefully not anyway. The mess I found myself in, even Daddy’s money won’t get me out of it.

The mess I’m in has to stay a secret for now, I can’t trust anyone with what happened and what I know. Nor can I tell you my location. And it’s not really a Honda she bought, how do I know you won’t tell someone what I bought or where I am?