Becky ran out of the house like someone had set her tail feathers on fire. She didn’t spare a moment to clean up the scattered mess or explain herself to Sonia. Instead, she snatched her keys and leaped into the driver’s seat of her car, igniting the engine with urgency before speeding away.
Almost forty-five minutes later, Becky was ready to abandon the red XC40 Volvo in the middle of the road and run the rest of the way to Roman’s office. She was only a mile away.
The traffic surrounding her seemed inescapable, a stagnant sea of vehicles paralyzing her progress. Ten agonizing minutes had ticked by, and although the traffic lights gleamed tantalizingly ahead, they remained stubbornly out of reach, separating her from her destination. Each time the lights transitioned to green, her hopes
