For the second half of the trip, Kate and I were silent.
Kate was tired from driving for so long, and I was overwhelmed just hearing Michael's name.
I watched the sunset glow beautifully, but I couldn't feel happy.
For the first time, I felt that the taste of freedom might not be as good as I thought it would be.
I felt an indescribable weariness in my heart as if I had lost a part of myself and was getting farther and farther away from it.
An unknown emotion was pulling me along, and I was like a kite, flying higher and farther, but the string holding me was always in another person's hands.
The feeling grew stronger over time.
On the way, I changed out of my red dress, wiped off my makeup, and put on my familiar soft and comfortable clothes, but I didn't feel comfortable.
I leaned weakly against the passenger seat and looked out the window at the darkening sky. I felt my heart sink with it.
