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I turn everything off I can think of and then I turn the phone itself off.

That has to be good enough. It’s not like Chad is trying to find me or actively thinking something is wrong with me.

Or is he…?

I rub my forehead.

This is the reality of cheating I guess.

I could go right back and not go see Corbin.

I could find a way to end this with Corbin.

Fix this with Chad.

There’s time. There’s always a way…

A horn beeps behind me.

I’ve spent way too long at this stop sign.

So much time that at the next stop sign, I don’t stop. I don’t even slow down.

I just drive, eyes forward.

Fuck it.

Whatever happens in life, happens.

In fact I run every stop sign.

Nothing bad happens.

No accidents. No police pulling me over.

Is that a sign?

I don’t think I believe in signs.

I believe in reality. What’s right in front of me.

The ten minute drive goes by quick and I’m pulling into the familiar auto repair lot.

It’s way more rundown than I remember.

There are plenty of cars in the lot.

I catch myself finding a way to hide my SUV.

If I could be any more cliché as a middle class soon-to-be housewife, here I am with myDenalithat has four doors, three rows of seats, and plenty of storage. I’m lucky it’s not a fucking minivan, which I’m sure is on the horizon for me at some point.

I park and climb out.

I wait for the little voice in my head to kick in and remind me that nothing bad has happened yet. Nothing that can’t be fixed. That there’s plenty of time to turn around and go home.

Again, that voice doesn’t exist.

I wonder if I’m as evil as Corbin, just in a different way.