At the time the library closed, it was another stormy night. My car was back at the precinct and by the time I got in, it was raining. I had to take the road slowly, leaving myself close to home near ten o’clock. Right before the turn-off to home, my car jerked and sputtered. I pulled over, turning it off.
I tried the engine. It stalled, rolled over, but never turned on. I tried again, but the car would not start up.
I hit the steering wheel. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
In disbelief my terrible day was going to end like this, I grabbed my backpack and started my trek through the forest to my house. Rain quickly soaked my hair and my clothes, making them stick to my skin.
Even through the trees and rain, I could see the lit up windows. As I approached, I stopped, seeing a group of
