The Jeep slowed to a crawl as Dai eased it over onto the shoulder of the interstate. He had intentionally driven in the opposite direction of his ultimate destination. Part of the plan he’d conceived at seventy miles per hour.

Dai saw his hands shake with nervousness. Had trouble moving his feet.

Do it, he thought. Do it, now.

He fingered the door handle, and stepped out onto the rain. Walking down off the road, and into the woods a few yards, Dai took the money out of his wallet and tossed it onto the ground. While he stuffed his pockets full of cash, Dai eyed his left hand. He wiggled the tarnished wedding ring off of his finger and sidearmed it into the darkness.

Dai stumbled back onto the shoulder, being careful to avoid the probing headlights of oncoming traffic, and his side began to vibrate.

He began to stumble and flounder as he dug into his coat pocket for the cell phone. He almost lost consciousness when he saw what was blinking on the screen. Over and over, almost mocking him – “Home.”