“Okay, what do you think of this plan?” Her therapist says. “You got your trailer and camping supplies stashed somewhere, right?” She nods. “Wait an hour or two after lights out before getting in your truck, drive to the spot you stashed your supplies, and get as far as you can.”
As her therapist speaks, her heart pounds and thoughts flood her brain. Can I really do this? Can I really leave my house and the life I’ve lived the last two decades and start over just to escape my mother’s daily emotional torment?
“Does this sound like a plan?”