“I am not running away this time,” I said, looking Greg in the eye.

“I am moving on my own terms.”

I got into the driver’s seat and pulled the door shut, the familiar interior smelling of cardboard and packing tape.

I plugged my phone into the dashboard charger and opened the navigation application.

The screen lit up with a blue line that stretched southwest, away from the north side of the city where Caleb was still searching for me, and toward the quiet of a city three hours away.

I locked the car doors and set the navigation to Cincinnati.