To the road. Focus between the white lines, follow the movement forward without thought. So what about where he wanted ot drive. Stay between the lines and you’d be safe, and wasn’t safety better than happiness at any cost?

He glanced at Em, who was snivelling into a tin of travel sweets. Despite the truth in what she said, he couldn’t bring himself to say anything.

Two months and three days ago, he’d bought them the tickets. Three weeks ago they’d departed. And then there had been the diary.