I didn’t think as I climbed into my car, leaving my house and everything in it behind. I didn’t know what I was doing or where I was going, only that I needed to escape. Jordan stood in the doorway, his face obscured by the darkness outside.
I drove automatically, turning and stopping at lights until I blinked and realized I was parked outside my father’s house. I stared up at the brightly lit windows for a moment, trying to decide what I should do. I’d left my house without my phone or my purse.
I turned off the car and walked up to the front door. Jordan and I were here last night for dinner, but it seemed as though it had happened weeks ago instead of less than twenty-four hours.
Before I could put my key in the lock, the door opened.
“Tanya?” my father asked.
“Hey, Daddy,” I replied.
The sheer will I’d been using to hold myself together dissolved and I began to sob.
