Acting as if in no hurry, Jayne called to George; “Be right back!” and went out. She went to the laundromat; just in case he followed.
She reached into the cart she had dragged with, took our her run bag, went out, and jumped onto the first bus she saw. Just in case George had followed.
She rode the bus to a crossing, got out, walked to another stop to catch a bus to the train station.
As she entered the station she went to buy a ticket. Jayne had calculated how much money she should have, and how much she ought spend on travel, so bought a ticket in her budget for the first train leaving for one of her target cities.
Jayne had done her research, selecting cities which had real women’s shelters.
As she boarded the train she felt like a prisoner escaping the police. As the miles churned by she felt freer, and reaching her stop, disboarded.
She double checked the address of the shelter in a phone book. Certain, she made her way there.
She gave them her true story.