One more time to kill the pain… Mary Jane could hear it, somewhere in the back of her mind, coaching her to take this turn, that turn, one exit after the next. The song that vibrated somewhere inside of her. She knew it had some power over her. She could hear it every time she made an important decision. It was her guide, her guardian angel in song form.

She took a deep breath of the sunshine, golden rays and warmth and didn’t breath again until she crossed the state line into Nevada.

She could hear her cell phone ringing. It was him. His name flashed across the caller ID screen. He probably figured that something was wrong, she thought. Well, there was something wrong, but she wasn’t going to answer it. She picked up the phone and angrily tossed it into the back seat and stepped hard on the gas pedal.

He called, and called, and called. He called until her cell phone’s battery finally died. If he called the police reporting her as a missing person, she wasn’t going to care.