She tried to draw a map in her head, to find her way mentally, but she couldn’t think. Her thoughts were a jumbled mess and she couldn’t make sense of any of them. She rubbed her eyes and found her hand wet with tears.
She was lost, and not for the first time. She’d been having problems with the car for months—near accidents, losing her way, driving around in circles. Jack had warned her about going out in the car alone, but she hadn’t listened, hadn’t wanted to listen. The Mercedes was her last link to freedom. If she gave that up, she’d be totally dependent on him. Eventually, she found her way back home and kept her troubles to herself.
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