037 POV running to airport 416

I keep running as fast as my legs will carry me. The street is desolate. No other sign of life at this hour of the morning. An arctic wind cuts into my face, causing my eyes to water. I have a general idea where I am, but I don't know the exact streets. I look up and see another blurry plane coming in to land at Newark Liberty International airport in the distance. I keep going, I must get to my daughter. I've got a promise to keep. Despite everything, I refuse to let her down, again. 

The hum of a car engine comes from an adjacent street. I duck down behind a parked truck and wait. The car turns onto this street and drives toward me. I press my back to the truck, feet concealed by its tires again and hold my breath as it closes in. It doesn't slow, it continues past my position to the end of the street where it turns and drives on. I don't risk trying to see if that was the man or not. I can't take the chance of revealing my position. 

I wait until the car engine has faded from ear shot before I continue. I peer out from my hiding spot, make sure the coast is clear, then I begin running again, heading toward the airport and my daughter. 

As I run, I think about Lucy, waiting, wondering why I'm not there. I know that when I get to her, when I've explained what has happened, a man took me against my will, she will understand why I wasn't there. My daughter is a compassionate soul. Even given my past she doesn't hold a grudge against me. I feel incredibly lucky in that regard. If she didn't want to speak to me, let alone visit with me, I couldn't fault her for that. She's incredibly understanding and forgiving, more than I deserve. I feel blessed for that. These thoughts spur my run and make me more determined to get to her as soon as possible but if I'm being hnoest, I'm running on fumes. My energy is waning fast. If it wasn't for the adrenaline coursing through my veins right now I'm sure I wouldn't be able to stand up let alone sprint as I am. My legs are starting to feel like they're made of lead. Every stride is heavy and painful, but I push on regardless, I must get to the airport and Lucy. 

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