Diana
We have been driving for ten hours by the time Anthony finally pulls off at this crappy-looking motel.
It's attached to a gas station and a diner, though, so it's convenient for us.
I have to imagine that Anthony is exhausted.
He has been driving the whole time, thirteen hours if you count the three hours we spent driving around, waiting to see if it's safe enough to return home or not.We both have also been up since six o'clock this morning to get ready for the wedding.
A dress I am still currently in, and despite how gorgeous it is, it's not designed for spending thirteen hours in a car.
I am fairly certain my ribs are numb, and it's a small miracle that the seams at my back haven't popped.
"What do you think the odds are that the gas station has any clothes in it?" I ask a
