Some cages don't have bars.
Alicia Monroe thought she had finally met someone who truly saw her.
Dillon Holt remembered everything she said.
He showed up when she needed him.
He listened in a way no one ever had.
But by the time Alicia understands what being chosen by a man like Dillon really means, she has no car, no phone, no money—and nowhere to run.
For two years she survives in the passenger seat of his tractor as it moves from highway to highway, town to town. The road stretches endlessly ahead, and Dillon controls every mile.
Then one night he walks away.
