She had forgotten how comfortable these single decker buses were.
Twenty minutes and she’d be at the airport. He can have the car. Her suitcase is all she needs. It took time to arrange things. Looking back, her three-month plan had gone well, despite it being made difficult by doing it all in secrecy. She thinks about his reaction when it dawns on him. He’ll be angry; very angry. There again, it was his anger that brought her to this. He always said he was sorry afterwards. There was no sorrow on her part, only joy. Joy in the thought that he, and in fact no one at this point, knew where she was or where she was going. Her research into the continent, country and town that would suit her best had been the subject of many pleasurable hours surfing the internet.
The site she found that had given lots of really helpful tips on the subject of how a person could quietly disappear was an absolute godsend. This, together with the fact that he spent most of his evenings with his mates in the pub, made her organising things that much easier.
She took the tickets out again, just to look at them. In half a day she’d be a whole world away. Then she’d be on another bus. She’d be sitting, just like this, on another bus, heading to a town that she had chosen. A new place. A new life. She had no regrets, despite leaving one precious thing behind.
In all of it, she only has one concern.
She only hopes that he remembers to feed the cat.
