The road was clean and clear, the light snowfall barely enough to warrant using her windshield wipers.
Angela headed out of Glen Barrow, following the signs to the Pennsylvania Turnpike. From there, she'd twist south to Baltimore and her new life.
She gripped the steering wheel, more out of frustration than any issue with the car.
This is what I want.
Less than a year ago, she had slunk back into Glen Barrow, depressed and alone, her career in shambles and her personal life in even worse condition.
Now she was heading off to a new life with a glowing future and, eventually, a reunion with her lovers.
So why do I feel like crap?
Jake had told her to leave. Hunter, the same. They'd discussed it to death and agreed this was the best thing for her career.
It wasn't like she was being s
