We ran out of gas ten miles from town, of course. Today had been the worst day of my life. I muttered darkly to myself as I got out of the car, looking in both directions and guessing which way the closest gas station was.
“Kate.”
I turned to the sound of his voice. “What?” I spat at him, furious.
“Calm down, it’s going to be ok,” he moved towards me but I flinched away from him.
“Don’t. Touch. Me,” I growled through gritted teeth.
His eyes narrowed, but he backed away. I turned away from him, massaging my temples and trying to think. The last gas station was definitely ten miles away. If we went forward, it could be less… or more.
I found myself faced with the same choice again: The familiar but difficult, or taking a chance. Last time, I’d chosen the familiar. I watched him fidgeting out of the corner of my eye.
That hadn’t worked out so well.
So I chose what I wish I’d chosen before. I took a chance. I walked in the direction we’d been going, trying to ignore the tears rolling down my face.