I ran until my legs couldn’t carry me any more. Away from him, from the house, from everything I thought I loved. I saw our Jeep in the driveway as I ran, blurry in my teary-eyed vision, and I wondered if I should take that with me, but I kept running and running until I wound up on the industrial bridge on the outskirts of town. We had our first kiss there, him and I. I ran there without thinking; we hadn’t been back in years, almost a decade, yet my heart pulled me there.

I collapsed to my knees, thinking of what I just saw in our bedroom: him, with someone else, in our bed. The bed I had made that same morning. With the smell of the breakfast I made for us still lingering in the air.

A car was coming. I looked up, and saw the Jeep.

I stood, ready to face him. My knees ached and my feet felt as if they were bleeding. They probably were.

I had nothing to lose now.