i hooked my ankles and pulled him closer , deeper . `` we- '' then she broke off , her words freezing in her throat . why shouldnt i just take this chance to walk away from the whole sorry mess ? she returned his touch with a light squeeze of her hand . an hour ago she 'd argued this very point with him . her room looked like something from coastal living magazine . she was long dead when he arrived . id scream at mother and father for sending me into a trap , if i could get home . 