Inside an old restaurant 30 miles outside of Arlington, Danielle believed she would be safe. She wasn’t from Texas and didn’t know much about the state except the fact it was where she went to college.
“Can I get you anything?” The waitress was friendly enough. She was dark skinned, with grey hair and was slightly hunched over.
Danielle wiped the tears from her eyes, still in shock over the events that had occurred. “A glass of water, please.” Her voice was panicky and her hands trembled.
“Is everything all right, Ma’am?”
“No, it’s not all right. Everything is all messed up.”
“How about I get you that water and you tell me everything when I get back.”
“Thank you,” Danielle said. “That would be great.”
The waitress returned with some water for her young customer and joined her at the
