Status Updates From Hiding in Park City (The Se...

MC has diabetes and wears an insulin pump. So, how does she obtain her supplies with her fake identity. We just accept this fantasy. I have to prove my identity at the pharmacy, both for the Rx and the pick up.

Allie is in the run with two daughters due to custody ruling. How does she get an apartment, a house cleaning job, and a home health care worker with a false name? Is she bonded under a false name? It doesn't appear that she provided a SS number. She's got no health insurance protecting her girls and let's then play outside, unattended. When her neighbor warns her, she bristles. Her thorny behavior won't deter him.

Are you sure you know what you would be getting into?” She unclipped her insulin pump from the loop of her jeans and offered it to him on her palm. “If you take me, you have to take all this, too. Package deal, here. It’s part of who I am.” “I know. It’s part of what I love about you, Allie—the courage and strength inside you that helps you cope.

How could she have come to this? In love with the one man with the power to destroy her world? If only she had met and fallen in love with someone safe, someone she could have confided in. But she had been destined to love a hard, dedicated FBI agent who would not look with a shred of kindness on a woman who had virtually kidnapped her own children. Not with his own family history.

He refused to admit that he secretly hoped he might see Lisa and her girls pulling up while he was outside. The need to see her again—to reassure himself those incredible moments they had spent together hadn’t been just a dream—was intense, almost violent.

Slow down. One incredible evening together did not automatically translate to happily-ever-after. So why did a future with Lisa seem to fit so well? If he was stunned by the depth of his tenderness before, this turn of thought was absolutely staggering. A future with her? As in wedding rings and a house in suburbia and joint checking accounts? Impossible!

Like magic, her fatigue slipped away, along with the blues that had dogged her since the night before. Oh, how she loved her daughters. As long as she had these two precious girls with her, she could handle anything—a broken heart, life as a fugitive, menial jobs that sapped her brain and taxed her body. For them she would face the worst life could throw at her.