There was nothing like having the full attention of Dominic Toretto. Perhaps that's why Letty stayed. He shamelessly flirted with other girls, and she sent them running away with their tails between their legs. Those were their roles; he wandered, and she brought him back. After five years of it, she began to tire. She wasn't just tired of the racer chasers, she was tired of all of it. He was such an array of different personalities crammed into one body; one moment he was loving and caring, the next he was so far up his own ass, he didn't know she existed. One morning, she awoke and decided she wouldn't do it anymore.
She started to write a note, to try to explain, but she crumpled the paper and gathered her things. Picking up a small picture frame from the bedside table, she gazed down at the figures of the team. God, how she would miss them! She took the picture from its frame, folded it, and put it into her back pocket.
She and Dom hadn't spoken in the last few days, they rarely spoke at all anymore. He'd already gotten up and headed to the garage with the boys. Mia was down at the store, but Letty couldn't bring herself to have to say goodbye face to face with any of them. There was no one to stop her as she walked out the front door. There was no one to beg her to stay as she started her engine. There was no one.
She wasn't sure where she was headed, she just pointed the Nissan east and hoped the miles would drown out the pain. She made it half way through Nevada before stopping. Her bladder was screaming, so she finally pulled into a small gas station off the interstate. Relieved, she walked out of the tiny stall and began to wash her hands. As she looked up into the mirror, she no longer recognized the reflection. Her eyes were void, her body was numb; her hurt was consuming her. Pushing her hand into the back pocket of her jeans, she pulled out the folded up photograph, the one she had taken from their room.
Here she was, in the middle of the Nevada desert crying in a filthy public restroom. The thought was enough to let loose a new wave of tears. She didn't hear the bathroom door open, but when she saw an older woman appear at her side, she quickly wiped at her eyes. "You okay, honey?" the lady asked.
"Yeah," Letty tried to force a small smile, "I will be." The woman nodded her headed with a sad smile.
"Well, don't you worry. Whatever he did, he'll regret it." Letty quickly washed her face and headed back out to her car. As the road led her to the Arizona border, she wondered, would he ever regret it?
