For eight years, my parents made me leave whenever my brother’s fiancée visited. “She’s from a good family. Don’t embarrass us,” Mom said. So one weekend, I disappeared for good. Four years later, they finally discovered where I’d gone.
By the following evening, I reached Philadelphia. There, behind a gas station, I removed the SIM card from my phone and destroyed it. If they wanted Anastasia Dunaway dead so badly, I decided they...