Her hands gripped the steering wheel. The road was slippery as she felt the wheels lose their grip on the road. Her breath released prayers and regrets. If only she had not left the house this time, but she knew that by heading out she only had to make it far enough away to never be seen again.
He grabbed the phone she dropped on the floor, looking at the screen he knew what was wrong. He threw the phone across the room when he realized he no longer had a hold on her.
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