Going Home
But, she intended to change all that. She’d cleared her schedule and taken the weekend off. Melanie loved being on the open road, so the seven-hour drive from Wisconsin to her hometown of Minnesota seemed to fly by.
Exhilarated by the wind whipping through her hair as she barreled down the expressway, she gleefully glanced at the speedometer’s needle creeping closer to the halfway mark. But she had no idea that she was actually racing toward the most harrowing ordeal of her life.