The air smells of rain and asphalt, and my boots make no sound against the cool concrete.
No one sees me coming. No one stops me.
A whisper of a laugh escapes me. “You can try to catch me,” I murmur to the empty night, “but I’m always three steps ahead.”-
In the quiet moments I remember why I am doing this.
My children do not deserve to see the monster I became nor does Peter. The more I hide the more I feel this decision is right.