Pulling away without looking back
The car door creaked as I pulled it open and slid into the driver’s seat. The engine sputtered for a moment before roaring to life with a familiar hum.
I adjusted the rearview mirror, but I resisted the urge to look at the house. I shifted the gear into reverse and backed out onto the dark street.
As I drove away, I kept my eyes focused strictly on the road ahead. Leaving felt surprisingly easier than staying.