Ellen
The steering wheel is slick with sweat under my palms as I grip it, knuckles white.
How could Christian just leave me like that? Just wait until I get to him...
My foot presses down on the gas pedal, pushing the car faster along the winding road. The anger in my chest churns like a storm. I’m pissed off at Christian for running away from our apartment to deal with his evil mother, Claire, all by himself. I know he did it to protect me and our daughter, Willow, but that doesn’t stop the anger from boiling over.
“Damn it, Christian,” I mutter, teeth clenched.
I can still picture the note he left behind, hastily scrawled in black ink: “If I don’t come back, I want you to know that I have loved every moment I’ve spent with you. I love you, and I love our little girl. I always will.”
