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Sara
Remembering Peter’s admonition about speeding, I drive carefully, obeying every traffic rule and speed limit. Peter’s phone is locked and I can’t wake him, so I use a combination of road signs and my own vague knowledge of the area to get us to the dirt road he mentioned.
I don’t think about my parents or the man I killed so ruthlessly. I can’t—not while I need to hold it together. Instead, I focus on getting us to our destination without stopping. By the time we turn into the woods, my bladder is on the verge of exploding, so I pull off onto the shoulder and go behind a tree, camping style. The elderly lady kept a little bottle of hand sanitizer in the car, and I use it before I resume driving, trying not to think about what will happen once we actually get to the cabin.
Despi
