The sky above her turned a bruised, angry purple. Low thunder rumbled

es of the Bentley crunche

nto the park. Gary gripped the steering wheel, muttering curses u

g of the trailers. Her stomach twisted. This place reminded her of the life she had cl

fty, cramped trailer. The d

alked straight to the small bedside table, opened the top drawe

o carefully into

ess. She crossed her arms and stared at th

on her jeans. The time of the fatal crash from her past life wa

vie lost he

horn," Elv

teering wheel. A loud, aggressive b

pickup truck turned and pointed at the B

looked at by these people. She snatched her p

She looked at the screen, saw Elvie's name, and pressed the red b

the sky

of of the trailer. The noise was deafening, compl

oor, nearly ripping it from his grip. A wall of water hit him in the face, soakin

screamed inside the car, her voice

e trailer. She watched the Bentley sit

minutes

had come and gone. The tight knot in her shoulders

bbed a broken umbrella by the door,

ntley and pulled ope

ught a rush of freezing air, wet mud, and

ressed herself again

ther!" Elvie yelled, he

k the water from her jacket.

n in the mud before catching traction. He sped out of

wipers slapped back and forth at maxim

ing on the car radio cut out.

e. "A massive twelve-car pileup has just occurred on Interstate 80.

lvie's face. Her skin tu

shtailed on the wet asphalt before coming

ing her bags, they would have been ex

er chest, her breathing shallow and rapid. The anger she felt

turned her head to look out the rain-streaked win

ring wheel so hard his knuckles were white. "The hig

eping in this town made her physically si

pocket and put them in her ears, shutting out the sound