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Sarah spent a restless night staring up at the pink canopy above her bed. Joe had left around eleven, and Sarah still lay awake two hours later.
Texas.
A clean slate.
Jobs, for heaven’s sake. Something neither of them could be guaranteed otherwise.
But the more she thought about it, the more she analyzed the pros and the cons and every little nuance her brain could manufacture, the more one single fact continued to nag at her:
She felt like she would be running away.
Running away from her problems, running away from what she’d done—even running away from the regular day-to-day life she and Joe had established over the past few weeks. Texas would feel exotic and exciting and stressful for a while. They’d both have to study for and take the Texas bar exam, while also attending to e
