"Why do I have to go to Aunt Isabella's house?" I asked, near to tears. "Why do I have to go away?"

"I told you, we'll be on the road a lot this summer with your dad's work and it just wouldn't work," Tricia, my mother explained for the third time. "I know you don't want to go, but I just don't know any other way."

"I can't stand her creepy husband," I said.

"He's not that bad when you get to know him," Tricia said. "You just need to give him a chance."

"A chance for what?" I asked. "He's a pervert. I'm 18. Why can't I just stay...