The sun had climbed higher in the sky when I found myself in a small coastal town.
I had spent a night in a downbeat motel and had left at the crack of dawn.
All I had to do was flash a hundred-dollar bill to the cab man and ask him to take me to the furthest place he ever could. At first, he had been sceptical about letting me into his cab, since my face was hidden but I had to tell him tearfully that I just caught my boyfriend of 10 years with my best friend. That one more minute in this town, I was going to do something I would regret for the rest of my life.
He had quickly let me in. Occasionally, he will glance at me from the rearview mirror and shake his head pitifully. At some point, he tried talking to me – encouraging me that nothing had changed and that my life wasn't over but my fake sobs only grew louder. He dropped me off refusing to collect the hundred-dollar bill after insisting a big hug from him would make me feel better.
