After living through hell the last few days they had finally run away, they planned to go to Puerto Rico and wait for things to get better so they could put everything in order but she wasn't sure if this was the right decision.

They had been at the motel for two nights while they got what they needed, her heart and mind wouldn't shut up and the idea of going away seemed better and better.

Owen was sleeping peacefully when she glanced over at him, she grabbed her suitcase, her jacket and was about to grab the keys to the truck when his voice filled the silence. “What are you doing? Where are you going?” He sat up in bed shaking off sleep.