Well, that lasted long.
He found me. I suppose I should have expected a man who is equipped with an array of survival skills to find it quite easy to find his ill prepared wife, but I was more focused on just trying to get away from him.
He was so angry when he found me. Ordering me back in the car, and then becoming more angry when I just stood by the side of the road, shaking my head. There was silence for a moment, before he just got out of the car and dragged me in. He towered over me, fighting with me, as I struggled against him and the seatbelt. He won, of course, and I just stared up at him, watching him catch his breath.
He started to cry. He didn’t cry often, so it took me by surprise. He almost collapsed on top of me, holding me close to him, weeping into my shoulder.
“I thought I’d lost you.” He kept saying it, again and again. We stayed that way for a little while, as the sun came up. I wanted to tell him I was sorry, but the words wouldn’t come. I just held him, but I think he understood.
We got back on the road eventually, and he was quiet again. I held his hand, just now, and it was still shaking.