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It was 9:09 on Tuesday night and he said he needed to get gas. ‘Easier to get it tonight than early tomorrow.’ I understood; he leaves for work early and just wants to get to the office and start his day. But I did not like it. Immediately my mind raced. I noted the exact time. Is it too late to safely go to the gas station (less than one mile away)? What is he wearing? What time should he reasonably be back (read: when do I start to worry)? He left and I played it casual. I was on…

Ashley Latimer

Mother, global health professional, opportunistic reader, occasional writer, and passionate traveler. Writing to process life’s joys and its challenges.

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