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Stacey followed the dot on the screen, pausing every so often to make sure she was still headed in the right direction. Her heart raced and her palms slipped on the steering wheel. She’d never been so nervous in her entire life. Not when she got married, not when she had the boys, not even when she interviewed for her job at Shelter in the Storm.
None of those were life and death.
She finally got close to where the dot was on the map and pulled over. Her heart was pounding so hard she couldn’t hear anything outside her body. She looked around at where she was, surprised to not recognize the area.
Large buildings surrounded her. Signs on some of them indicated the businesses were geared more toward other businesses instead of consumers. A wood shop was across the street, an auto part
