Countdown to Goodbye
I said.
That got the driver fired up. He complained the whole way about how men these days never care about their families, saying they were just like his son-in-law.
Apparently, I had hit a sore spot. I just listened quietly as he vented.
Before I realized it, we were already at the airport. I dragged my suitcase out of the car, checked in my luggage, and got in line for security.
The plane would take off in an hour and a half.
At last, I could say goodbye to the life that had tortured me for so many years.