It was just one of those late-night talks at first.
I remember we were both exhausted—laundry piled high, dishes we didn’t even try to hide, and three kids asleep on the couch. He looked at me over his second cup of reheated coffee and said, “What if we just… left?”
I laughed. “Left what? The town? The bills? Reality?”
But then the laughter turned into silence. Not awkward—just curious.
What if we really did it?
