And just when she was certain her day couldn’t get any worse, Lillian’s car motor sputtered.
Grumbling every swear word she knew, she pulled off to the side of the road as the car fizzled out right along with her last remaining shred of composure.
She shifted the dead car into park and rested her forehead on the top of the steering wheel. After blinking back tears she refused to allow—she never cried, never— she took a deep breath and reached for her purse. She snorted. Why bother? Her wallet had been lifted at the McDonald’s several towns and many hours back. This time, a tear broke through, and she wiped it away with her sleeve, then checked her makeup in her rearview. All good.
“Look for the bright side,” her mom had always said. “When things are bad, make a list of the good things.”
Well, her makeup was still okay. She had run out of gas near civilization, at least. Her stolen wallet could be easily sorted out with her bank. She had a twenty-dollar bill in her console for emergencies just like this. And hey! At least it wasn’t raining.
With a deep inhale, she opened her car door and struck out for the diner. The side of the road was rocky and uneven. She should have at least changed her Ferragamo pumps before leaving New York to something more practical. No. She loved these shoes. They were one of her pairs of power shoes, and they made her feel feminine and invincible.
She adjusted the purse strap on her shoulder and lifted her chin, then glanced into the woods off the side of the road. Yeah. No way she could outrun a bear in these shoes, but she could impress it with her sense of style, right?
She picked up her pace and pulled out her phone and called Erin. No answer. Of course there was no answer. It wasn’t even daylight yet.
Crack. Aaaaand, there went her heel on her favorite shoes. She leaned down to check the damage with her fingers. Yep, broken off and hanging on by a strip of leather. She’d be making an entry on this date in her planner officially ranking this as the worst day ever.
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