Chapter ThreeThe journey was lengthy. It took three soul-sucking days, and two restless nights to make it to Denver. The drive was practically non-stop. Autumn was afraid to maneuver the U-Haul through towns, or practically any road other than a highway. Tight freeways caused her anxiety to sky rocket. Her fingers ached from the intensity of her grip on the wheel, and there was nothing left of her nails. Painful swollen nubs consumed her previously manicured fingertips. A thick coat of polish was sure to be at the top of her to do list, once she got settled. Autumn hated ugly hands. Something about chewed nails made her feel dirty and unprepared for life's tasks, like a careless teenager. The thought made her cringe.
Fear of a side swipe or fender bender stopped her from entering any fast
