Fog always puts me in a bad mood, but today I was glad to see it. That meant no one could see me as I drove away. It was my shield against everyone. It was my security blanket, giving me comfort in the fact that no one could see me.
He must have sent a search party out for me. That was just the person he was. But they’re not going to find me. I’m not going back. Not to the way of life that he thinks is right. Not to the way he treats me. There is no way I’m going to see him again. Ever.
My hands gripped the wheel as I drove down the long stretch of road. The road led to my future. The future that I chose. The way of life that I wanted. It was my life and I was going to live it the way I wanted.
I looked in the review mirror, the last time I would look back.