The Catalyst by PR Spates Image by PR Spates She kept her eyes on the red taillights ahead of them. Looking at him would do nothing but make her cry. After a while, she closed her eyes; the medication was finally starting to kick in. Just in time, too. “I think this getaway is just what you- what we need, honey,” he said. “Yep, it’s exactly what we need.” She ignored him and glanced down at her phone. There was a buffet of missed calls, text messages and social media notifications. Her voicemail box was stuffed with sympathy calls, requests …