All I heard was rain, my thumping heart harmonizing with the tempo of the tempest outside.
He disappeared into the hallway, into the next room of clients who he noted to himself were present and asleep and so moved to the next room.
When he entered another room, I hurried behind him, crouching, to the central alcove, from where I made my escape.
My plan included a list — backpack, peanut butter, headlight, rain gear, stolen MapQuest printouts, knife — and a destination, Boston.
They believed they were practicing “tough love,” making the difficult choice to send their child away to forge a better future away from home.
MapQuest, I’d, They’ll
Boston, New York