Something very wrong is happening here. Jake and I have a real connection, a rare and intense attachment. What has it been...a month? I’m going to meet his parents for the first time, at the same time as I’m thinking of ending things. Jake once said, “Sometimes a thought is closer to truth, to reality, than an action. You can say anything, you can do anything, but you can’t fake a thought.” And here’s what I’m thinking: I don’t want to be here. I’m thinking of ending things. A woman embarks on a road trip with her new boyfriend. Doubts about the relationship claw at the back of her mind.