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Tabitha longs for a getaway, while Milt is busy with his responsibilities. She embarks on an unplanned journey. With this attempt to pull herself out of the rut, how will she handle the unknown dangers she faces and return her life to normal?
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Dreaming was fun. But this was no dream. Tabitha certainly could not sleep. The wheels were spinning, and an elaborate dream turned into a plan. She held the wrench tightly, praying Milt would not awake, though a prayer was not necessary. He was in a deep sleep that was the envy of many a new parent. It seemed so unfair to her.
She got up, tiptoed to the wall and switched on the ceiling fan, adjusting it to high power. White noise. Peter wasn’t making a sound. She moved stealthily to the laundry basket full of fresh, clean clothes that no one had folded or put away. Three pairs of underwear, two spare t-shirts, two pairs of socks. A pair of blue jeans. Gauze for binding, if needed, if there possibly was anything left of her nursing capabilities. Her jacket was in the hall closet. It might be necessary. Or not.
She quietly closed the bedroom door. Stopping at Peter’s doorway, she saw the motionless form in the crib. A hand moved, a fist opening and closing. She remembered all the movement he made while in her belly. A smile touched upon her lips. He won’t know I’m gone. Will he?
In the spare bathroom, she grabbed some cleaning wipes, deodorant, bra liners (in case of leaks), and a bar of soap. On second thought, she also grabbed some more gauze, in case of more drastic leaks. New moms could not travel light. The Allen wrench “key” waited in her pocket. She passed by the kitchen, stopping to take a bite of the leftover dinner. It was good, but she moved on, gliding out to the garage, and got the remainder of her supplies, feeling in her pocket for the Allen wrench again.
This was crazy. How could she do this to them? This is just for me, she thought. How often do I do anything like that anymore? Heck, I’m even questioning my own marriage. I just need a break.
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