PrinceRose

Wendy clicked off the ignition and the hum of her small Kia went silent, leaving only the tunes of a soft rock station behind. She groaned into her dashboard, and although she was anxious to stretch her stiff legs, she couldn’t quite bring herself to step out of the car just yet. I could just turn back, she thought. Turn the car back on and head back to Cincinnati. Call them when I’m halfway between and just cancel the whole thing. Like driving back home would press the reset button on everything that had happened. As if never stepping out of the car could somehow make everything go back to normal. Wendy rested her head against the steering wheel the faux leather felt cool and soothing on her forehead, which was sweating profusely despite the AC having been on full-blast the whole ride. But you don’t get to have normal anymore, do you? Wendy thought. She exhaled sharply as she flipped down the overhead mirror. The ten-and-a-half-hour drive from Ohio to