She Never Unpacked Her Bags

Summary

I have a runner’s heart.

Three months after being found and brought back to the Prescott family, I was still shuffling around their marble-floored estate in flimsy complimentary slippers from a roadside motel. My suitcase remained packed by the door, untouched, zipper ready to slide at a second's notice.

While their favored daughter, Delilah, filled the foyer daily with glossy designer shopping bags, I quietly gave away whatever came my way. When your instinct is flight, you travel light. You never collect more than you can carry.