Highway Driver by Sloane Peterson
On the road again… It seemed like these days my baby was always on the road. I don’t know what I expected marrying a trucker, and I guess I didn’t really have a whole lot of room to complain. I mean, he always took care of me, better than a lot of men take care of their families. But with a baby on the way, I was starting to wonder whether that was enough. Whether I could stand to raise our child alone, with a father who was never around. Or whether the loneliness would ultimately get to me in the end.
I really wasn’t sure.
Tonight, really, should have been just another night. But on top of my husband being gone, I was sitting it out in the middle of a terrible thunderstorm worrying about him, as well as the fact that a serial killer was on the loose throughout the midwest, murdering people right and left.
But that shouldn’t really affect me, should it?
Maybe I was just being paranoid.
Or maybe that morning’s goodbye to my husband would be my last…