Ollie was twelve years old. She had officially been on the run for an entire year. Memories of his wretched eleventh birthday party ran through her exhausted mind. Sometimes the day felt like it just happened, other times it felt as if years had already passed. When she ran out the backdoor in her kitchen still covered in her husband's fresh blood, she never expected to make it as long as she did. She assumed that she would be swiftly captured and made to pay for the crimes against her husband. In her moment of madness, she'd almost killed the man. Just one more damnable offense in a long line of others.