Paolo
It takes three and a half hours driving through a blizzard to arrive at what Trevor simply calls, “the cabin”. I drove my Rover, so we can at least manage the snow, but even with four-wheel drive, I slip and slide in places.
Every minute that passes, the gnawing dread in my gut grows larger. What if she’s not here? Then we just wasted the entire day driving out here to find her. Also—what if she is? I hate that she ran so far away. Is she really that afraid of me? How did she get here? I know she doesn’t know how to drive.
And I can’t even face my ultimate fear—that I won’t have the words to make her see I’m on her side. That she’ll choose to stay gone.
I want to say I won’t accept that. But it’s that character trait of mine that made her run. I can’t bulldoze myself into someone
