I got in the car, and Daddy slid into the driver's seat, buckled up and looked at me.

I nodded my head. "Let's get the hell out of here."

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We drove for about 20 minutes. There was a hotel in Kipling, but I told Daddy from the start that we weren't staying with mom, and we were not staying in this town. He found another place that rented cabins along a lake. There were lots of splashing kids playing and running around. It was loud, but it would be fine. At least we'd have some privacy and, if we were lucky, we'd be on a plane to Vancouver tomorrow....