Bill told them he wanted to kill them all, their little family of three, and then he steered the car into the oncoming traffic. Sharon was holding tight to Lucy on her lap, and she couldn’t scream. She didn’t want to wake her up. All she had wanted was to be rid of him. She hadn’t expected that he couldn’t take her leaving, that he couldn’t allow her to take Lucy from him.
It started with the wedding. No, it started much earlier, before she got pregnant. That was when she should have walked away. She didn’t realize then how hard it would be, even then, to leave. She was young and she had met someone else, even kissed him after their date. She didn’t want to be stuck with Bill and wanted to break up with him. She wanted to meet other boys. Sometimes she thought that Bill had gotten her pregnant on purpose, the timing was so wrong for her. Sharon was young and weak, and that’s what Bill wanted.
She managed to pull the steering wheel and made the car drive in its own lane. “Bill, let’s stop the car. Let’s go home.” Her words were slow and pronounced, the best she could do. Lucy didn’t wake up, and they drove home.