It wasn't the voice. Her fear came from the words.
"Why you calling so much? Who is this?"
Whoever was on the other line wasn't concerned about concealing themselves. Didn't try to imitate Jack.
It didn't even feel like they thought they were in the wrong. Like they were aggravated that she was calling.
She didn't know how she was supposed to feel. Did feel a bit scared though. Less scared than before the call because now she was more sure that it wasn't "them" who was on her trail.
Whoever it was on the phone it wasn't them. No clue who that was. Maybe one of Jack's friends from California? Whoever/whatever that was, she needed to get out of here. She'd been feeling trapped at this stupid motel for the past few days. Had Jack been in the room when she came back maybe she would've bared the pain for a few more days. His absence in the moment gave her the courage to leave.
Jack would be left without a car. But that was okay she thought. He had money. Could figure out a way even if it meant a hefty cab ride to the nearest town and then buying a brand new car outright with the swipe of a credit card.
Where was she headed? Home. She wanted to be back. Not because of Alan, but just because she was sick of being on the road. She wasn't even thinking about her husband actually. What she craved instead was waking up and having a few
espresso
s in the quiet before the world woke up. Heading to the cafe and getting it ready for the customers. McKayala the barista coming in and saying hello. All of that. Her life.
she had left it all behind. It was time to go back.