In some ways it was nice to be the one leaving, instead of being to one left. But, like most things, I had no plan.

I had left the group at exactly three o clock in the afternoon. They were out eating lunch. I bolted from my apartment, I took my purse and nothing else.

I jumped into my car and quickly realized that I was out of gas. My car engine rumbled. So did my stomach.

I shied and crawled from my car, slowly walking back into my apartment. I collapsed into my couch and struggled with my dog. Like most things, it didn’t last very long.