The only thing stopping me

The air smelled potent of fresh flesh rotting. Only so much of my lavender diffusers
could conceal the deathly fragrance. After my dream about the hatchet, a trend was
continuing… just yesterday I saw two dead squirrels on the road. It was time.

Jake had left for work early this morning so I gathered Maria and the kids. We packed
up everything in sight, not wanting to miss any of my Louis Vuitton sunglasses, in the
liquor store boxes Maria fetched for us.

“Kids, we’re going home!” I exclaimed, however, I saw frowns turn on their face.

“Which plane is picking us up?”

For the first time in my life, I hesitated, not because I didn’t know, but because I was ashamed…

“Not this time honey.”

I couldn’t even tell you where the nearest airport was, nevertheless a private jet company.

When Maria finally finished securing the rest of my clothes in protectant bags and hanging
them up in Jake’s SUV Porsche (who knows how he got to ‘work’ this morning), the kids and
I said our last goodbyes to the apartment I somehow lived in for the last few months. The
hydrangeas were still dying on the balcony, the painting Jamie created was still hanging, and
there was still a pair of Toms in the guest room closest Jake had been sleeping in.

I kissed Maria on her cheek goodbye, the kids followed, and I began driving down the parking
garage. This was it… I was finally escaping with nothing stopping me. All that was left between
me and the Hamptons was the 867 miles ahead of us.

Just as were we driving past the exit of the city lines, the potent deadly smell intensified.
And I saw why.