Escape. Life has gotten too unexpected, too hard. I need an escape. He died. He left me here alone. It wasn’t in the plan. He is dead. Days have passed, and my bed is now empty. It doesn't feel real. Escape. Standing next to his stupidly big truck at a gas station, I fill the tank with insanely priced gas. In the back seat sits a backpack with barely anything in it. My need to get out overwhelmed any rational thought. He’...