6 am sharp I board the Greyhound bus to Washington. I couldn't say goodbye. I had to get out of there. I just had to and Mamaw had a vacancy. I packed my bags and told no one. Not even him. Especially not him. If I did, he would beg me to stay and say we could do this together. That I didn't have to do this all my own, but I do. I stare out the bus window, holding in tears, and watch the rain pour down and the sky turn to slate.
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