I awoke to the change of speed and the sun shining in my eyes. It took a moment for the sleep to leave and for me to once again remember all that had happened.
Alive, for the moment.
“Where are we?” I asked as I sat up. There was a sudden need to pee that took over, and a churn in my stomach. A quick glance down at the clock revealed it was just before 7 a.m.
“Outside Atlanta. We’re going to stay here.”
I nodded and noticed the anxiety in me was lower. Something in the night changed me. Inside, the turbulent seas had reduced to a yellow flag—as close to the Goldilocks zone as I was going to get in my situation. Add in to it that the urge to cry was missing.
I hadn’t come to grips with what happened, but I did know crying wasn’t going to help me. I was dealing with a deranged man who h
