The Wounded

Rick stood behind the door. He looked like he had been waiting. Usually, the manager or head cashier lets employees in, not the owner. He smiled as he unlocked the door and held it open for me."How are you this morning, Cristl?" he asked. His eyes quickly scanned me. I shrugged. He relocked the door behind us and kept the sign on the door turned outward.WE ARE CLOSED THIS MORNING FOR AN OFFSITE EVENT.WE APOLOGIZE FOR ANY INCONVENIENCE.Thus began Cristl Truitt's escape from an abusive husband. Her journey is just beginning. Aided by her coworkers and a government program, she is sheltered on an Indian Reservation, where she finds help and a new path to the future.