“Do you think he followed us?”
She touched the side of her face, still blue-black and tender from her husband’s last drunken tirade. I turned the car onto the highway, the road that would lead us to a new life.
“But he had a tracker in my car. Maybe he put one in yours too. Or in your phone.”
“He didn’t.” I put my hand on hers. “Trust me. We’re safe.” I quickly moved my hand away so she wouldn’t see the speck of dried blood on my sleeve. I was certain no one was following us.
Inspired by the Flash! Friday prompt