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A half hour later, after they were on the road again, Maeve said, "I bet you think I trapped you. But I really wanted you."
David did not respond.
On the remainder of the six hour drive to Barnesboro they did not communicate except for directions and the hazards of the weather. When they pulled into Dr. Ryan's 171-acre estate outside town it was after 7 p.m. David stopped under an illuminated lamp in the driveway close to the front door.
"I don't think we should see each other again," Maeve said, consumed with religious guilt and shame and too prideful to admit it. David did not respond. He got back in the 4-wheel drive and drove back to Chicago.
And they never did.
