As he drives the old convertible he looks up from the road and points at the clouds. One is moving faster than the others and he tells her to look at it.
Her eyes tear up and he looks worried. She tells him the sun is too bright, and she pulls her sunglasses from her purse.
She doesn't tell him about the visit to the doctor; how after she found out, she sat in the bathtub for 3 hours and cried. She can't look him in the eyes anymore, knowing that he'll find out sooner or later, when the bills start coming in. She knows this is the last trip they'll take together, that all of the it's-been-awhiles will be her goodbyes.
Maybe it's easier for him to think she left him. It's better to make him hate her for leaving him alone, then let him think he could have saved her.
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