Jesse back.” I can’t hold the first two times Jesse was taken against her. She was kidnapped—but this time is different. She went willingly and it is hard not to be angry at her recklessness. I’m sure Caldwell made some threat, but still. What are we going to do now? I rock in my seat as Gloria slides off the highway onto an exit ramp. Two turns later and we pull up outside another apartment building. It’s similar to Gloria’s last Chicago apartment except darker and less inviting. I resist the urge to lock the car door. “You’ve slept here right?” Gloria gets out of the car. “We’ll be safe here for now.” That’s enough to get me to throw open the door and exit the gold Cadillac. Gravel slides beneath my boots and I hear a cat yowling from somewhere between the two brick buildings. I close the door and peek around the corner to see an alley with dumpsters and a herd of feral cats. Their little yellow eyes glow in the dark. “ Safe,” I repeat. “The cats think so anyway.” Nikki places a hand on my back. “She’s holding the door for you.” I glance over and see Gloria is in fact holding a door open for me. “ Oh sorry.” I lift my bag up on my shoulder and shuffle across the dim lot, casting one last look at the sagging brick buildings before I dart inside with Nikki bringing up the rear. The hallway is long and the same squash yellow as Gloria’s kitchen back in Nashville. The wallpaper is some kind of fleur-de-lis design in repetitious patterns from top to bottom. Gloria hobbles up one floor, her cast scuffing the stained, industrial carpet on the stairs. She comes to a stop beside a door that was once white. Three brass numbers hang beneath a peep hole. 222. The hallway smells like curry and someone is playing a TV way too loud. Upstairs, a baby is crying. The deadbolt is reluctant to give into Gloria’s key turning, so Gloria bumps her hip against the door. The bolt clanks open. We step inside and Nikki locks the door behind her. The room is cold and smells stale. I maneuver around an armchair and go to the window, pulling it open a couple of inches to let the fresh air in. “ It’s freezing outside.” Nikki drops her bag on a gray loveseat. Goosebumps rise on my arms. “ We just need to get things circulating.” The lights click on, three weak 40-watt bulbs casting halos of illumination around the room. “ You’re not a fan of luxury, are you?” Nikki’s eyes slide over the secondhand furniture, the shag carpet the same color as the hallways, and the general cramped nature of the room. The cabinets of the kitchen nook are an old wood laminate and my guess is that there isn’t any food here. Gloria slides into a seat at the oak kitchen table. “I have all of my needs met.” I’m wrong about the food . I find a handful of cans in the cabinet above the stove and several 2-liters of soda in the fridge. Gloria removes her laptop from her pack and opens it on the tabletop. “You two can share the pullout bed.” “ Where will you sleep?” I ask. “ I won’t.” “ Gloria,” I begin, intent on scolding her. She’s even worse at taking care of herself than Jesse. Gloria sighs. “If I need to sleep, I’ll take the chair.” Gloria is at least twenty years older than me. Probably twenty-five. She doesn’t need to be sleeping upright in a chair in her own place. I can sleep on the floor, shag carpet or no and Nikki can sleep in the chair. Of course, I already know that will be a losing battle. Nikki won’t let me sleep on the floor. Nikki leans over my shoulder, peering into the open cabinets. “Boxed mac and cheese and canned chili.” She kisses my temple. “We’ll have chili mac.” My stomach rumbles. “Better get on with it.” Gloria doesn’t look up from her computer, already deep in her task. “There’s some cookware in the drawer under the stove.” I leave Nikki alone in the kitchen to do her thing and sit at the table beside