Mother of three reported missing after dropping kids at school

One day, there will be a podcast episode about your disappearance, and a woman driving to work will skip it because you’ve never been found, and the woman likes closure. One day, your body will dissolve, the dye in your clothes fading into a muted gray before disintegrating, your teeth you hated and wished were straighter, the only thing left to identify you. But for now, you’re in the woods, a deer eyeing you while eating leaves nearby, the dirt and blood wet and sticky under your cooling skin. For now, your last thought is, “Finally, time to rest.”