The Escape
"What do you mean?" Claire says, unsure if she's heard it correctly.
"We're leaving," he says, squeezing his hand. "We're getting away from all this muck."
"Are you being serious, Gab? Like, we're leaving now?"
"Of course, I'm serious! I've never been this serious in my life."
"But what about…everything?"
He shrugs. "I'm tired. I'm tried of trying to balance everything in my life. I've never had a day for myself. I've never had a day with you alone. Now, we're going to a place where they won't find us."
"But what about your employees? All those people who depend on you?"
"Don't worry," Gabriel smiles. "I'll just send Mrs. Gomez a single line of text. And it would all be fine."
At this point, Clark returns excitedly. "May I ask where you'd want to go?"
"Well…" Gabriel turns to Claire. "Where were you supposed to go this afternoon?"
"Home," she says.
"And where is that?"