She could claim it wasn’t planned. Even if she couldn’t admit it to herself, she had mapped out her escape her entire adult life.
Every shopping trip, every grocery run, she asked for $10 or $20 cash back. Over the years she saved a substantial amount. “Squirrel money” her grandad called it. It was finally enough.
A check of her browser history later showed searches for real estate in obscure places. Small towns across America where no one would imagine wanting to live, but she did. Away from people, away from memories, away from everything.
She left with no regrets.