But something had taken hold of him—something subtle, something gradual.
Something that had replaced the man I knew piece by piece.
The Escape
I don’t remember deciding to run.
My body just reacted.
I turned and rushed up the stairs, my heart pounding in my chest.
Behind me, I heard him call my name—but I didn’t stop.
I didn’t look back.
I burst out of the house and ran to the car, my hands shaking so badly I could barely start the engine.
As I drove away, I glanced once in the rearview mirror.
He was standing in the doorway.
Watching.
Not chasing.
Not calling out.
Just watching.
