It was an old fantasy, one she had not thought about for a while.
She wakes up one day, like any other day, and vanishes. She does what she thinks is not possible: she leaves behind everything – her house, her children and even her guilt. First she boards a train and takes it as far as it will carry her. Then, because she has been craving sky, she drives until all she can see is vast, open blueness. It might be the mountains. It might be the ocean. All that really matters is the sky.
She gets a new dog and an old truck. She works as a waitress, memorizing the day’s specials. She lives alone and keeps to herself, and no one bothers her.