Exit strategy

February 12, 2017

She scrambled eggs in a kitchen lit only by the hissing blue burner flame. It was nearly time to wake the children, to hustle them into outfits and fill their bellies before rushing them out to the car.

She ate as the food was ready. By nightfall, they would be hundreds of miles away, and she needed strength for the journey.

Her husband slept, unaware of the packed suitcases in the trunk of her car. If she hurried, they’d be gone before he awoke, before he could say yet another thing about what he had the right to grab.

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