Her problems faded out of sight in the rear-view mirror and she relished the roar of the highway wind. Rachel wanted to close her eyes and take a deep breath, but that was frowned upon when driving, and she was still too close to home to stop. If she pulled over, even for a second—her nerve would falter, and she wouldn’t be free anymore.
She had to go, though. She felt bad breaking her mother’s heart—but her father was there, and Charles was there. If she didn’t leave now—there would be no escape.
She was free now.