I drove mechanically towards my destination. Once I reached the main North-South highway, I found it virtually deserted. I configured the cruise control mechanism and tried to relax as I cycled through the radio station morning shows in search of any station that would play something even remotely recognizable.
“No such luck.”
I turned off the radio. Lulled by the repetitive scenery along the highway, my mind began to wander.
“What would they do when they found out?”
“Could they force me to come back?”
“Would I become yet another murder statistic?”
“Would the US government agents who’d just months before warned us we were on a political “death list” help them find me?”
I pulled off the highway and drove towards the main entrance to the University. It didn’t take me long to spot the occupied, white pickup truck in the near empty parking lot. Pulling into my usual spot, I turned off the car engine, grabbed my suitcase, and retrieved the “goodbye” letter I’d penned the night before and hidden in a middle pocket of my backpack.
I placed the car keys on the drivers seat and covered them with the letter, locked the car door, and exited the vehicle
As I walked towards the man waiting in the white pickup truck, my thoughts were on the keys locked in the car. I realized the decision was made the moment I’d locked the door.