As soon as we crossed the threshold tears formed in Jenn’s eyes. I wasn’t surprised. I was getting choked up looking at her. “Let’s go quick” she said. And out the door we went.
“Want me to drive?” I said.
She handed me the keys without a word.
The conversation for the next mile consisted of “take a left here”, “right”, and “where’s the parking?” It was daylight and for the first time in three months we were alone. Penelope was playing with her aunt Stephanie and Charlie in his playroom. She was lost in world of tea cups, Chinese hand puppets, and pure imagination. We felt sure she didn’t realize we were gone. We were right.