Her next decision would decide the rest of her life.
She didn’t have shoes she could walk very far in.
She wore a stained and stinky designer gown.
She had no food or water in her car.
She closed her eyes, everything burning inside her. “Time to be reborn from the ashes,” she whispered, and she reached for her phone.
After dialing, she held the device to her ear and exhaled one long stream of apprehension and nerves.
“Ginny?”
“Cayden,” she said. “I know it’s late, but I’m stranded on the side of the road, and I’m wondering if you could come get me.”
He started chuckling, of all things. “Is this going to be a pattern with you?”
“Probably,” she said, trying to tame her crying into laughter and failing. “You should know that upfront, I suppose.”
“You sound upset,” he said.
“Yes.” She could admit it. “I also have no idea where I am. I’m going to have to look at my map and send you a pin.”
“How long have you been driving?” he asked quietly, the slight jangle of keys in the background.
She pressed her eyes closed, because he was going to be her knight in shining armor again. “What time is it?” she asked.
“Almost eleven.”
“A while,” she admitted.
He didn’t sigh or huff. He didn’t press for more information. All he said was, “Send me the pin, sweetheart.”
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