I woke up at 5:00 AM, but not to pack lunches or hunt for missing socks. I dressed in my favorite travel outfit, the one I usually saved for “someday.” I didn’t feel guilt; I felt a surge of adrenaline.
I scribbled a note—Gone for a bit. Be back soon.—and left it on the polished kitchen island. I didn’t mention where. I didn’t offer instructions on how to operate the washing machine or remind them that it was Leo’s library day. Those were no longer my problems.
